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