O Father! glorify Thy name!
So prayed, at woe’s approach, my Lord;
Disease corrodes this mortal frame:
O Father! be Thy name adored.

Though life’s unruffled days had flown,
Ere yet was past her vernal prime,
And sickness o’er my head has strewn
The snows of age before their time.

Why fear the path of grief to tread?
Why, Father! shrink from Thy decree,
If thus my longing soul be led
A safer, shorter way to Thee?

On wings of faith, o’er fogs of earth,
Thy servant, Father! teach to rise,
And view the blessing’s native worth,
Cleared from affliction’s dark disguise.

Yon clouds, a mass of sable shade
To mortals gazing from below,
By angels from above surveyed,
With universal sunshine glow.