Rises by faith to view when most distressed:
Oh! this life past—mayst thou find entrance there.
Perplexed, distressed, sick, or by friends betrayed,
Beset with snares, deprived of human aid,
In all thy sorrows whatsoe’er they be,
Go to the Saviour, tell him all thy need,
Entreat his pity, he’s a friend indeed;
Lay hold by faith on Him, and he will succor thee.
Oh, do not live for this dull world alone,
When with the Angels thou mayst find a home.