A SUNDAY EVENING's HYMN, IN SICKNESS.
18th Century Eliza Day EnglishA SUNDAY EVENING's HYMN,
IN SICKNESS.
MY fainting heart my God would praise, And tune my trembling tongue; Review his love thro' all my days, And bid my faith be strong.
Tho' from his house his chast'ning hand, Withheld my languid frame; His altar in my heart shall stand, And there I'll bless his name.
I'll count his mercies as they rose, And thanks for each employ; For nights of peace and calm repose, And days of health and joy.
For friends, who form'd my mind with care, For all my means of grace; Shall impious doubts then check my prayer, Tho' now he veils his face?
Resign'd, I wait a heavenly birth, When God shall call me home; Gently he weans my heart from earth, My father bids me come.
If earthly sabbaths are no more, I'll ask a seraph's lyre; My spirit would delighted soar, And join the heavenly choir.