WHEN LANGUOR AND DISEASE INVADE

When langour and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
‘Tis sweet to look beyond our cage
And long to fly away.

Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.

Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of suffering paid.

Sweet in God’s righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit’s quickening breath.

Sweet on His faithfullness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.