707    L.M.     J. Hart
“Our light affliction.” 2 Cor. 4. 16, 17; Ps. 41. 3

1 When pining sickness wastes the frame,
  Acute disease, or tiring pain;
  When life fast spends her feeble flame,
  And all the help of man proves vain;

2 Then, then to have recourse to God,
  To pour a prayer in time of need,
  And feel the balm of Jesus’ blood,
  This is to find a friend indeed.

3 And this, O Christian, is thy lot,
  Who cleavest to the Lord by faith;
  He’ll never leave thee (doubt it not)
  In pain, in sickness, or in death.

4 Himself shall be thy helping Friend,
  Thy good Physician and thy nurse;
  To make thy bed shall condescend,
  And from the affliction take the curse.

5 Should’st thou a moment’s absence mourn;
  Should some short darkness intervene;
  He’ll give thee power, till light return,
  To trust him, with the cloud between.