Religion
O how soft that bed must be
From Parish Musings (1863)
O how soft that bed must be
Made in sickness, Lord, by Thee!
Dear that rest, where calm and sweet,
Sufferer and Saviour meet!
'Twas the good Physician now
Soothed my cheek and chafed my brow,
Whisp'ring — as He raised my head,
"It is I — be not afraid."
God of glory, God of grace,
Hear from Heav'n Thy dwelling-place!
Hear in mercy and forgive,
Bid Thy child believe and live!
Bless me, and I shall be blest,
Soothe me, and I shall have rest,
Fix my heart, my hopes above,
Love me, Lord, for Thou art love!
Codex Note
Text: The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing : Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. — Ps. xli. 3.
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Monsell, John S. B. “O how soft that bed must be.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/monsell/231/.
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Monsell, John S. B. “O how soft that bed must be.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/monsell/231/.
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