When Languor and Disease Invade

When lang­uor and dis­ease in­vade

This trem­bling house of clay

’Tis sweet to look be­yond my pains

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 pleads 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 suf­fer­ing paid.