John 11:4: His own great glory He intends

His own great glory He intends.
When God the pain or trouble sends:
Out of the earth it doth not rise.
But comes in mercy from the skies;
It comes our grovelling souls to raise,
And quicken'd with the life of grace.
We seek the solid joys above.
And bless our Saviour's chastening love.

Jesus, my soul's infirmity
Is known, is sufifer'd still by Thee,
Yet wilt Thou not Thy help deny.
Or leave me in my sins to die;
Surely Thou shalt my sickness heal.
Thy love in season due reveal.
That saved I may proclaim Thy grace,
And live to Thine eternal praise.