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The Lord will strengthen him, etc.
Psalm 41:3.
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away:
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above:
3 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:
4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home:
5 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.
6 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
7 O may the unction of these truths
For ever with me stay,
Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,
My spirit flies away.
Toplady.