When languor and disease invade
1
When languor and disease invadeThis trembling house of clay,'T is sweet to look beyond my pain,And long to fly away;—
2
Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,Whose love can never end;Sweet on his covenant of graceFor all things to depend;—
3
Sweet, in the confidence of faith,To trust his firm decrees;Sweet to lie passive in his hands,And know no will but his.