Hymn by the Sickbed of a Mother

Father! that in the olive-shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy Son;

Oh! by the anguish of that night,
Send us down bless’d relief;
Or to the chasten’d, let thy might
Hallow this grief!

And Thou, that when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
“Thy will be done;”

By thy meek spirit, Thou, of all
That e’er have mourn’d, the chief--
Thou Saviour! if the stroke must fall,
Hallow this grief!