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A Thought in Sickness

How sweet, how languid is th'immortal mind!

Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Published in 1 hymnal

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I. How weak, how languid is th'immortal mind!
Prison'd in clay! ah, how unlike her birth!
These noble pow'rs for active life design'd,
Despress'd with pain and grief, sink down to earth.

II. Unworthy dwelling of a heav'n-born guest!
Ah no!—for sin, the cause of grief and pain,
Taints her first purity, forbids her rest;
And justly is she doom'd to wear the chain.

III. To wear the chain—how long? 'till grace divine
By griefs and pains shall wean from earthly toys;
'Till grace convince, invigorate, refine,
And thus prepare the mind for heav'nly joys.

IV. Then, O my God, let this reviving thought
To all thy dispensations reconcile;
Be present pains with future blessings fraught,
And let my chearful hope look up and smile.

V. Look up, and smile, to hail the glorious day,
(Jesus, to thee this blissful hope I owe,)
When I shall leave this tenement of clay,
With all its frailties, all its pains below.

VI. Jesus, in thee, in thee I trust, to raise,
Renew'd, refin'd, and fair, this frail abode;
Then my whole frame shall speak thy wond'rous praise,
Forever consecrated to my God.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #118

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire, in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married but her fiance drowned the day of the wedding. On the occasion of his death she wrote the hymn "When I survey life's varied scenes." After the death of her fiance she assisted her father with his ministry and remained single. Despite her sufferings she maintained a cheerful attitude. She published a book of poetry Poems on subjects chiefly devotional in 1760 under the pseudonym "Theodosia." The remaining works were published a… Go to person page >

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First Line: How sweet, how languid is th'immortal mind!
Title: A Thought in Sickness
Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.



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