Poems for the Sea/Thoughts in Sickness
THOUGHTS IN SICKNESS.
Oh Thou, whose healing touch
So oft the sick did save,
When thou didst dwell with men below,
And meet affliction's wave,
In weakness and in woe,
I bow my drooping head,
Give thou thy pitying angels charge
To watch my lonely bed.
Far from a mother's love,
Far from a sister's care
I lift my waiting eyes to Thee,
Regard my lonely prayer.
Be near me, while the hours
Oppress'd with suffering, roll,
And make each pain a teacher, Lord,
To my repentant soul.
Should vigorous health once more
Reanimate my frame,
Inspire me with a purer zeal
To glorify Thy name,
To keep thy just commands,
My humbled heart incline,
And grant that both in life and death
Thy holy will be mine.