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THOUGHTS IN SICKNESS.
I lift my waiting eyes to Thee,
Regard my lonely prayer.
Be near me, while the hours
Oppress'd with suffering, roll,
And make each pain a teacher, Lord,
To my repentant soul.
Should vigorous health once more
Reanimate my frame,
Inspire me with a purer zeal
To glorify Thy name,
To keep thy just commands,
My humbled heart incline,
And grant that both in life and death
Thy holy will be mine.
