Scripture Verse

In Thy presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11


Words: Tho­mas Jer­vis, in A Se­lect­ion of Sacr­ed Po­et­ry (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Tho­mas Dob­son, 1812), num­ber 570. The pros­pect of sick­ness and death.

Music: Park Street Fred­er­ick M. A. Ve­nua, cir­ca 1810 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats last line of each verse).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Jer­vis or Ve­nua (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


When all the powers of nature fail;
When sickness shall my heart assail,
Shall every nobler part pervade,
And every earthly wish shall fade:

When pain, of every nerve possessed,
Shall vibrate in my throbbing breast;
Or languor o’er my senses steal,
And medicine lose its power to heal:

When death shall chill the vital heat;
When this fond heart shall cease to beat,
This faltering tongue forget to speak,
A mortal paleness on my cheek:

When my dim eyes are sunk in death,
And God who gave shall take my breath;
May He sustain my fainting heart,
And comfort to my soul impart.

May His bright presence bring relief
From fear, despondency, and grief:
His cheering voice direct my way
To regions of eternal day.