sickness wastes this frame††††††
(Tune: This Is My Fatherís World #39†††† SMD)
sickness wastes this frame, Disease, or earthly pain,
† As dust to dust returns again, The help of
man is vain.
† But, then, to turn to God In prayer in time
† To cast all care upon the Lord, Is to find
soul, this is your lot. Cling to the Lord by faith.
† Heíll never leave you (doubt Him not) In
sickness, pain, or death.
† Christ is our faithful Friend, Who bore for
us sinís curse.
† In sickness He will condescend To be our
His grace In health, sickness, and death,
† To keep us and to give us peace Unto our
† And when the time has come To leave this
† By grace with Christ Iíll enter home, That
house not made with hands!