1 "O Father! glorify Thy name!"
So prayed, at woe’s approach, my Lord;
Disease corrodes this mortal frame:
O Father! be Thy name adored.

2 Though life’s unruffled days had flown,
Ere yet was past her vernal prime,
And sickness o’er my head has strewn
The snows of age before their time.

3 Why fear the path of grief to tread?
Why, Father! shrink from Thy decree,
If thus my longing soul be led
A safer, shorter way to Thee?

4 On wings of faith, o’er fogs of earth,
Thy servant, Father! teach to rise,
And view the blessing’s native worth,
Cleared from affliction’s dark disguise.

5 Yon clouds, a mass of sable shade
To mortals gazing from below,
By angels from above surveyed,
With universal sunshine glow.