1 Diseases are thy servants, Lord! they come at thy command. I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chast'ning hand.
2 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were: May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear.
3 But, if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove: Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.