O be Thou still the Stay of my poor heart!
So long as Thou seest fit my faith to try,
Let me with firm, serene, and tranquil mind,
Entirely to thy Holy Will resigned,
Unmurmuring on my bed of sickness lie;
Since it is through the offending body’s pains,
The groaning spirit is made white and tried,
And from that human frailty purified,
Which with each tenant of the earth remains.
My span of days to Thee I dedicate,