Hymn CLXXVI. Short Metre. Prayer in Sickness

My Sov'reign, to thy throne, With humble hope I press, O bow thine ear to hear the groan Of indigent distress.

Th' eternal priest appears Before thee with his blood; Thro' him I offer these my tears And cast my care on God.

My life, bow'd down with pain, Mourns its decaying bloom; Lord, clothe these bones with flesh again, And spare me from the tomb.

Without one murm'ring word Thy chastening I receive; But with submission ask, O Lord, A merciful reprieve.

Distress'd and pain'd as now, Thy aid I once implor'd; Thy pity heard my earnest vow, Thy power my health restor'd.

My supplicating voice, Unwearied, I will raise; Say to thy servant's soul, "rejoice," And fill my mouth with praise.