Afflictions Sweetened. C. M.

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Toplady.

1. When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains
And long to fly away.

2. Sweet to reflect, how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember, that his blood
My debt of suffering paid.

3. Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

4. Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hand,
And know no will but his.