HYMN
BY THE SICK BED 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 blest relief;
Or to the chastened, 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 mourned the chief—
Thou Saviour! if the stroke must fall,
Hallow this grief!
THE END.