Holy is the sick man's room:--

Temper'd air, and curtain'd gloom,

Measured steps, and tones as mild

As the breath of new-born child,

Postures lowly, waitings still,

Looks subdued to duty's will,

Reverent, thoughtful, grave and sweet:

These to wait on CHRIST are meet.

These may kneel where He lies low,

In His members suffering woe.

Nor in other discipline

Train we hearts, that to His shrine

May unblamed draw near, and be

With His favour'd two or three:--

Therefore in its silent gloom

Holy is the sick man's room.