SICKNESS SANCTIFIED. "I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me." - Ps. cxix. 75. FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast? For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? For this should I praise thee! but if only for this, For the nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, I praise thee, I bless thee, my King and my God, The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown C. FRY. "Save me, EXTREME SUFFERINGS. O God! for the waters are come in unto my soul."-Ps. lxix. 1. FULL of trembling expectation, Feeling much, and fearing more, Call to mind that unknown anguish By thy most severe temptation, By thy fainting in the garden, By thy bloody sweat, I pray, Take my sins and fears away. By the travail of thy spirit, In my pangs, remember me! C. WESLEY. SUFFERING SANCTIFIED. "I take pleasure in infirmities."-2 Cor. xii. 10. How happy the sorrowful man, Chastised by omnipotent love! He comes by affliction to know; And God he in heaven shall bless, That ever he suffered below. Thus, thus may I happily grieve, And cry for an answer of peace. O Father of mercies! on me, To all thine appointments submit, WESLEY. CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. "And if they be holden in cords of affliction, he openeth also their ear to discipline.-Job xxxvi. 8, 10. CHAMBER of sickness! much to thee I owe, Though dark thou be; The lessons it imports me most to know, A sacred seminary thou hast been,- Chamber of sickness! Suffering and alone, My friends withdrawn, The blessed beams of heavenly truth have shone On me forlorn, With such a hallowed vividness and power, As ne'er were granted to a brighter hour. Chamber of sickness! Midst thy silence, oft A voice is heard, Which, though it fall like dew on flowers, so soft, Into the aching heart's unseen recess, With power no earthly accents could possess. Chamber of sickness! In that bright abode, If through the merits of my Saviour, God, This theme shall tune my golden harp's soft lays, REMEMBERED AFFLICTIONS. "Thou, which hast showed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.” — Ps. Lxxi. 20. I CANNOT call affliction sweet, And yet 't was good to bear; My wearied soul was all resigned |