Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

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 & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

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.