O Father, Glorify Thy Name!

O Fa­ther! glo­ri­fy Thy name!

So prayed

at woe’s ap­proach

my Lord;

Disease cor­rodes this mor­tal frame:

O Fa­ther! be Thy name ad­ored.

Though life’s un­ruf­fled days had flown

Ere yet was past her ver­nal prime

And sick­ness o’er my head has strewn

The snows of age be­fore their time.

Why fear the path of grief to tread?

Why

Fa­ther! shrink from Thy de­cree

If thus my long­ing soul be led

A saf­er

short­er way to Thee?

On wings of faith

o’er fogs of earth

Thy serv­ant

Fa­ther! teach to rise

And view the bless­ing’s na­tive worth

Cleared from af­flict­ion’s dark dis­guise.

Yon clouds

a mass of sa­ble shade

To mor­tals gaz­ing from be­low

By an­gels from ab­ove sur­veyed

With uni­vers­al sun­shine glow.