Scripture Verse

Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses. Matthew 8:17


Augustus M. Toplady (1740–1778)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, in the Count­ess of Hunt­ing­don’s Col­lect­ion, 1780, num­ber 238.

Music: Ab­er­deen, pos­si­bly by An­drew Tait, in James Chal­mers’ un­ti­tled col­lect­ion, 1749. Me­lo­dy from Ru­di­ments of Mu­sic, by Ro­bert Brem­ner, 1756 (🔊 pdf nwc).


When lang­uor and dis­ease in­vade
This trem­bling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look be­yond my pains,
And long to fly away.

Sweet to look in­ward, and at­tend
The whis­pers of His love;
Sweet to look up­ward to the place
Where Je­sus pleads above.

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.

Sweet to re­flect how grace di­vine
My sins on Je­sus laid;
Sweet to re­mem­ber that His blood
My debt of suf­fer­ing paid.