An Evening Hymn, In Sickness.

AN EVENING HYMN, IN SICKNESS.

MY strong support, my sov'reign king, Oh, deign to hear my evening vows; Submission to thy will I bring, In humble trust my spirit bows.

Let ceaseless thanks my heart employ, For life, thy loving kindness gave; And health, and powers to make it joy, And friends my heedless youth to save.

My life I fondly have review'd, Thy love in ev'ry stage to see; And now for all departed good, My heavenly friend shall be to me.

Thro' all the sorrows I have felt, A parent's tender care appears; To know they were in mercy dealt, Subdues my doubts, dispels my fears.

Now let my slumbering conscience wake, I'll bid my cherish'd sins depart; Patient each bitter portion take, And let it purify my heart.

I'll humbly seek my father's love, There pardon dwells, there rich reward: My contrite prayers his mercies move, To be my safety and my guard.

In all my wants he's rich to give, In all my weakness strong to save; His conquering son has bid me live, And brighten'd sickness and the grave.