When Lying on the Bed of Pain

1 When lying on the bed of pain,
And earth and all its joys are vain,
How sweet, my God to know Thy pow'r
Sustains me in this trying hour.

2 I would Thy holy Word obey
E'en while upon my bed I lie;
I call the elders here, O Lord,
To do according to Thy Word.

3 And while the oil's by faith applied,
o may my soul be sanctified
By the blest unction from above,
And then be filled with heav'nly love.

4 Then shall my cheerful, grateful tongue
In rap'trous strains Thy praise prolong.
My ransom'd soul adore Thy grace
And swifter run the heav'nly race.

5 Or should my days be near their end,
and I through death my steps must wend,
Then, O my Lord, receive me home,
To mingle with the blood washed throng.

Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #472