Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 4
HYMN IV.
FOR A PERSON IN SICKNESS.
"O Father! glorify thy name—”
So pray'd at woe's approach my Lord.
Disease corrodes this mortal frame:
O Father! be thy Name adored.
So pray'd at woe's approach my Lord.
Disease corrodes this mortal frame:
O Father! be thy Name adored.
Though life's unruffled days had flown,
Ere yet was past her vernal prime;
And Sickness o'er my head has strewn,
The snows of age before their time:
Ere yet was past her vernal prime;
And Sickness o'er my head has strewn,
The snows of age before their time:
Why fear the path of grief to tread;
Why, Father! shrink from thy decree:
If thus my longing soul be led
A safer, shorter, way to Thee?
Why, Father! shrink from thy decree:
If thus my longing soul be led
A safer, shorter, way to Thee?
On wings of Faith, o'er fogs of earth,
Thy servant, Father! teach to rise,
And view the blessing's native worth
Clear'd from affliction's dark disguise.
Thy servant, Father! teach to rise,
And view the blessing's native worth
Clear'd from affliction's dark disguise.
Yon clouds, a mass of sable shade
To mortals gazing from below,
By Angels from above survey'd
With universal sunshine glow.
To mortals gazing from below,
By Angels from above survey'd
With universal sunshine glow.