When langor 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 lives 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 sins has paid;
Sweet on His faithfulness 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;
Sweet, blessed hope! and I at last
Shall see Him and adore;
Be with His likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more.