When languor and disease invade

When langour and disease invade This trembling house of clay, ' Tis sweet to look beyond our cage And long to fly away.

Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love; Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above.

Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own.

Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that His blood My debt of suffering paid.

Sweet in God's righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience, day by day, His Spirit's quickening breath.

Sweet on His faithfullness to rest, Whose love can never end; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend.

Sweet, in the confidence of faith, To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His.