1 When all the pow'rs of nature fail,
When sickness shall my heart assail,
Shall ev'ry nobler part pervade,
And ev'ry earthly wish shall fade:
2 When pain, of ev'ry nerve possest,
Shall vibrate in my throbbing great;
And languor o'er my senses steal,
And medicine lose its pow'r to heal:
3 When my dim eyes are sunk in death,
And God, who gave, shall take my breath:
Do thou sustain my fainting heart,
And comfort to my soul impart.
4 May thy bright presence bring relief
From fear, despondency, and grief;
Thy cheering voice direct my way
To regions of eternal day!