THOUGH on a bed of suffering
I'm called a while to stay,
My spirit looks with pleasure
To that long-promised day,
When free from sin and sorrow
I'm evermore to be
With Him who died to save me,
The Man of Calvary.
My weary days of suffering
Will soon have passed away,
And rest will seem the sweeter
In heaven's eternal day;
So with this hope before me
In patience I would be
Sustained in my affliction
Until Thy face I see.