1 When languor and disease in vade 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine Sweet to remember that His blood 5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand, 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from Thee! POMEROY. 7s, 6s. Peculiar. GANZBACH. Nearer leaving the cross of grief, 4 But lying dark between, And winding through the night, Flows on the deep and unknown stream, That leads me to the light. 5 Jesus, perfect my trust, Strengthen my hand of faith, And be Thou near me when I stand |