Du wirst sie nicht verstossen,
Wenn sie vom Leibe scheidt der Tod:
Ich leg mich ganz in Dich, mein Gott.
[The Invalid’s Morning Hymn.]
I, the Lord thy God, will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not, I will help thee.
Isaiah, xli. 13.
From blest, unconscious sleep I wake again,
To sense of cheerless days and wearing pain,
My sad, appointed lot;
I know not if to-day my righteous God
Will add fresh strokes of His chastising rod,