In life and death, oh be thou ever nigh,
And my great weakness with thy strength supply.
If on the bed of sickness I am laid,
Then let me find that thou can'st give me aid.
My drooping soul may thy blest Spirit chear,
And dissipate disponding gloomy fear.
May the bright angels watch around my bed,
And keep my timorous soul from fear and dread.
And should excess of agony or pain,
Or fever's rage o'er reason longest gain;