HE MAKETH ALL OUR BED IN OUR SICKNESS.
Angenehmes Alrankenbette
Philip Frederick Hiller
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869
Bed of sickness! thou art sweet, If I lie at Jesu's feet; Only there true health I find, Health of body and of mind; Only there is living life, When His voice ends fear and strife, "Lo thy sins are all forgot;" Then can Death affright me not. | 284 Lord, I thank Thy ceaseless care All my suffering Thou dost share, Thou true penitence hast sent Whereof needs not to repent; Breathest longing through my pain, Thy salvation to attain, Breathest faith within my breast, On Thy grace alone to rest. | Great Physician of the soul, Thou canst fear and pain control, Thine the power is to forgive, Thine to make faith truly live; ls this sickness for me meet? Lay me only at Thy feet, I shall live there on Thy grace, Live to thank Thee and to praise. | |