When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away-- Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love; Sweet to look upward, to the place Where Jesus pleads above; Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own; Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that His blood My debt of suff'ring paid; Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come, Angels shall hover round my bed, And tune Thy people's heart. If such the sweetness of the stream, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Directly, Lord, from Thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG GOOD-NIGHT by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |