A Meditation in Affliction

O Gracious Lord! thou only King of Kings, Who only saving Health and Comfort brings To the afflicted, that in Faith do cry To thee: 'Tis thou canst heal each Malady; Thou a Physician of Physicians art, And of thy Mercies freely dost impart Unto thy Creatures, who have none but thee To hope for Help from, in their Misery. O thou that to the Blind restored Sight, Capacitating to behold the Light, Which makes Things manifest, whereby we may Walk without stumbling, and not loose our Way: Who likewise didst the dumb Man's Tongue untie, That he might speak thy Name to magnify; The Dead reviv'dst, the Bury'd rais'd again, Strengthned the Ancle-bones, whereby the Lame Leap'd as an Hart: Thy Pow'r is still the same. O thou that art the God of Love alone! Look down, look down, from thy most gracious Throne; Have Mercy on me, ease me from my Grief, And grant unto thy Hand-maid some Relief: Hold forth thy righteous Scepter, and say, Live; 'Tis thou alone that canst my Sins forgive: Speak but the Word, and my—Infirmities Shall soon be heal'd.—Ah! heal my feeble Eyes, Of Soul and Body, Lord, that I may see, Thy heav'nly Light, and learn to follow thee, And in thy Fear spend my remaining Days, To tell thy Goodness, and to sing—thy Praise.