HYMNS FOR THE SICK ROOM. C. M. Consolations in Sickness. 1 WHEN languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, "Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend Sweet to look upward, to the place 3 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. (145) 4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that his blood 5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand, 6 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 7 Sweet in the confidence of faith, Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 8 If such the sweetness of the streams, Where saints and angels draw their bliss, 2 7 s. Christians have all in Christ. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high. O my Saviour, hide, Hide me, Till the storm of life is past; O! receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me, All my trust on thee is staid, All my help from thee I bring; With the shadow of thy wing, 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; All in all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick and lead the blind. I am all unrighteousness; Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Spring thou up within my heart, |