613    148th     W. Gadsby
Glorying in Infirmities. 2 Cor. 11. 30; 12. 5, 9, 10

1 A helpless worm am I,
  Yet often start aside;
  Infirmities annoy,
  And enemies deride;
  Ten thousand evils me assault,
  And wound my soul, and make me halt.

2 I want to be set free
  From every hateful foe,
  From each infirmity,
  And only pleasure know;
  But ’tis my heavenly Father’s will,
  That I infirmities should feel.

3 [Infirmities, as means,
  Have taught my soul to see,
  That nought, how fair it seems,
  But Christ will do for me;
  I must have Christ as All in all,
  Or sink in ruin, guilt, and thrall.]

4 I’ll gladly glory, then,
  In my infirmity,
  That Jesus’ power and name,
  May ever rest on me;
  I’ll bless his name; he’ll bring me through,
  And he’ll have all the glory too.