In condescension, may the balm
Of Gilead now appear,
With strength'ning cords the mind to calm,
And thus dispel all fear.
Far belter light than sun-shine give,
May we by seeking find;
A sick-bed teaches us He lives,
When we're to prayer inclin'd.
Grateful to God and friends most kind,
May we be ever found;
Establish d faith adorn the mind,
And every grace abound.
Let harmony and love adorn
Our few and fleeting days,
And fit us for that glorious morn,
When Christ himself arrays.
When troubles rise, let us resort
To the Physician, God,
And hope and trust He'll bring to nought
Obstructions in the road.
Your sympathy for me bestow'd
I yet remember well;
And how my heart within me glow'd,
When written accents fell.