The Sweetness of Spiritual Things. Ps. 104. 34
A. M. Toplady C.M.
1
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.
2
[Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.]
3
Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.
4
Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suffering paid.
5
Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit’s quickening breath.
6
[Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.]
7
Sweet in the confidence of faith
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.
8
If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be?
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
