With kind attempts my suffering to relieve,
As from thy gracious Hand I will receive,
Since ’tis thy love the welcome succour sends.
Let not my soul halt in its heavenward race,
By weakness of this woe-worn frame opprest;
But let it evermore find peace and rest
In Thee, O Lord, and thy refreshing grace:
Then shall no constant ache, or sudden smart
Impede my spirit in its upward flight,
Or my repose and inward comfort blight;