Our Consolation Aboundeth

Verse 1

When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain, And long to fly away;

Verse 2

Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, Whose love can never end; Sweet on his covenant of grace For all things to depend;

Verse 3

Sweet, in the confidence of faith, To trust his firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in his hands, And know no will but his.