When Lying on the Bed of Pain

Verse 1

When lying on the bed of pain, And earth and all its joys are vain, How sweet, my God to know Thy pow'r Sustains me in this trying hour.

Verse 2

I would Thy holy Word obey E'en while upon my bed I lie; I call the elders here, O Lord, To do according to Thy Word.

Verse 3

And while the oil's by faith applied, O may my soul be sanctified By the blest unction from above, And then be filled with heav'nly love.

Verse 4

Then shall my cheerful, grateful tongue In rap'trous strains Thy praise prolong. My ransom'd soul adore Thy grace And swifter run the heav'nly race.

Verse 5

Or should my days be near their end, And I through death my steps must wend, Then, O my Lord, receive me home, To mingle with the blood washed throng.