… to page 746 in Our Own Hymn-Book as we sing about the sweetness of gracious meditations on God’s goodness.\u00a0 (Sung to the tune of “O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing.”)<\/p>\n
When languor and disease invade
\nThis trembling house of clay,
\n‘Tis sweet to look beyond the cage,
\nAnd long to fly away.<\/p>\n
Sweet to look inward and attend
\nThe whispers of His love:
\nSweet to look upward to the place
\nWhere Jesus pleads above.<\/p>\n
Sweet to look back and see my name
\nIn life’s fair book set down;
\nSweet to look forward and behold
\nEternal joys my own.<\/p>\n
Sweet to reflect how grace divine
\nMy sins on Jesus laid;
\nSweet to remember that His blood
\nMy debt of sufferings paid.<\/p>\n
Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
\nWhich saves from second death;
\nSweet to experience, day by day,
\nHis Spirit’s quickening breath.<\/p>\n
Sweet on His faithfulness to rest.
\nWhose love can never end;
\nSweet on His covenant of grace.
\nFor all things to depend.<\/p>\n
Sweet in the confidence of faith,
\nTo trust His firm decrees;
\nSweet to lie passive in His hand,
\nAnd know no will but His.<\/p>\n
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
\nThat when my change shall come,
\nAngels will hover round my bed,
\nAnd waft my spirit home.<\/p>\n
There shall my disimprison’d soul
\nBehold Him and adore;
\nBe with His likeness satisfied.
\nAnd grieve and sin no more.<\/p>\n
Shall see Him wear that very flesh
\nOn which my guilt was lain;
\nHis love intense, His merit fresh.
\nAs though but newly slain.<\/p>\n
Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear
\nThe trumpet’s quickening sound;
\nAnd by my Saviour’s power rebuilt
\nAt His right hand be found.<\/p>\n
These eyes shall see Him in that day,
\nThe God that died for me;
\nAnd all my rising bones shall say,
\nLord, who is like to Thee?<\/p>\n
If such the sweetness of the stream,
\nWhat must the fountain be,
\nWhere saints and angels draw their bliss,
\nImmediately from Thee!<\/p>\n
Augustus M. Toplady, 1780. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" … to page 746 in Our Own Hymn-Book as we sing about the sweetness of gracious meditations on God’s goodness.\u00a0 (Sung to the tune of “O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing.”) When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, ‘Tis sweet to look beyond the cage, And long to fly away. Sweet… <\/p>\n