472    C.M.     Augustus Toplady
The Sweetness of Spiritual Things. Ps. 104. 34

1 When languor and disease invade
  This trembling house of clay,
  ’Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
  And long to fly away.

2 [Sweet to look inward, and attend
  The whispers of his love;
  Sweet to look upward to the place
  Where Jesus pleads above.]

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
  In life’s fair book set down;
  Sweet to look forward, and behold
  Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
  My sins on Jesus laid;
  Sweet to remember that his blood
  My debt of suffering paid.

5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
  Which saves from second death;
  Sweet to experience, day by day,
  His Spirit’s quickening breath.

6 [Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,
  Whose love can never end;
  Sweet on his covenant of grace
  For all things to depend.]

7 Sweet in the confidence of faith
  To trust his firm decrees;
  Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
  And know no will but his.

8 If such the sweetness of the streams,
  What must the fountain be?
  Where saints and angels draw their bliss
  Immediately from thee!