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CXLII. When sickness shakes the languid frame

1 When sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies;
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure
Our long deluded eyes.

2 The the tremendous arm of death
Its fatal sceptre shews;
And nature faints beneath the weight
Of complicated woes.

3 The tott'ring frame of mortal life
Shall crumble into dust;
Nature shall faint—but learn, my soul,
On nature's God to trust.

4 The man, whose pious heart is fix'd
On his all-gracious God,
From ev'ry frown may draw a joy,
And kiss the chast'ning rod.

5 Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On heav'n his soul relies;
With joy he views his Maker's love,
And with composure dies.

Text Information

• First Line: When sickness shakes the languid frame
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1789
• Topic: Life, Death, and a future State: Comfort in Sickness and Death

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