Scripture Verse

They that know Thy name will put their trust in Thee: for Thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee. Psalm 9:10


Words: Ot­ti­well He­gin­bo­thom, in the Chris­tian Ma­ga­zine, Feb­ru­a­ry, 1763. Com­fort in sick­ness and death.

Music: Here­ford (Ou­se­ley) Fred­er­ick A. Gore-Ou­se­ley, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

Frederick A. Gore-Ouseley


When sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies;
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure
Our long deluded eyes.

Then the tremendous arm of death
Its hated scepter shows;
And nature faints beneath the weight
Of complicated woes.

The tottering frame of mortal life
Shall crumble into dust,
Nature shall faint—but learn, my soul
On nature’s God to trust.

The man, whose pious heart is fixed
On his all gracious God,
In every frown may comfort find,
And kiss the chastening rod.

Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On Heav’n his soul relies;
With joy he views his Maker’s love,
And with composure dies.