A Hymn In Sickness.

A HYMN IN SICKNESS.

THIS mortal life may soon be over, Adieu! adieu to all I know! The dust may soon my body cover, But whither shall my spirit go?

Ere I hope pardon thro' his blood. Or can my Saviour's ransom claim; Or dare aspire to Heaven's abode, Tell me conscience what I am?

By him, the Universal Lord, Have I sought to be approv'd? Him have I humbly still ador'd, And gratefully my Maker lov'd?

Are thy commands, O God of truth, Still my pleasure to obey? Have they temper'd well my youth, And are they guards to guide my way?

And do I shew my love to thee, Whom my eyes have never seen; By love to those who are like me, Subject to sorrow and to sin?

As all my errors I've revolv'd, Do I repent as I survey? Them have I faithfully resolv'd, To leave thro' every future day.