When languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,

’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,

And long to fly away:

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love;

Sweet to look upward to the place

Where Jesus pleads above:

3 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:

4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,

That when my change shall come,

Angels shall hover round my bed,

And waft my spirit home:

5 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end;

Sweet on his covenant of grace

For all things to depend.

6 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from thee!

7 O may the unction of these truths

For ever with me stay,

Till, from her sin-worn cage dismissed,

My spirit flies away.