THOUGHTS BY A SICK-BED.
By L. Bush
Sitting by the bed of sorrow,
Caring for the ones we love,
Long we for the coming morrow,
When the Saviour from above,
Comes to take away our sadness,
Comes to take away all pain,
Comes to bring us joy and gladness,
Comes upon the earth to reign. Now we see with grief and anguish,
Loved ones lying prostrate here;
Care we for them while they languish,
Speak we to them words of cheer.
In our hearts how are we fearful?
In the scales our hopes are laid,
And we prayerful watch, and tearful,
Trusting in our heavenly aid. Close, O Lord, these scenes of sorrow,
Unto earth return again;
Bring, O Lord, this longed-for morrow,
Take thy power on earth and reign.
Make the waiting ones immortal,
Take away our care and pain,
Banish grief and give us gladness,
Ever with us, Lord, remain. Lord! thy waiting ones are crying,
Calling to thee night and day;
Dry our tears, and hush our sighing.
Take all pain and death away.
Come, Lord Jesus! hear them praying,
O, our Saviour, come again;
And our weeping hearts are saying,
Even so, come Lord. Amen.
L. Bush.