When all the pow­ers of na­ture fail;
When sick­ness shall my heart as­sail,
Shall ev­ery nob­ler part per­vade,
And ev­ery earth­ly wish shall fade:

When pain, of ev­ery nerve pos­sessed,
Shall vi­brate in my throb­bing breast;
Or lan­guor o’er my sens­es steal,
And me­di­cine lose its pow­er to heal:

When death shall chill the vi­tal heat;
When this fond heart shall cease to beat,
This fal­ter­ing tongue for­get to speak,
A mor­tal pale­ness on my cheek:

When my dim eyes are sunk in death,
And God who gave shall take my breath;
May He sus­tain my faint­ing heart,
And com­fort to my soul im­part.

May His bright pre­sence bring re­lief
From fear, de­spon­den­cy, and grief:
His cheer­ing voice di­rect my way
To re­gions of eter­nal day.