Verse 1
See, Lord, with pity see
The object of thy love,
And help his soul’s infirmity,
And all his griefs remove,
Support the tottering clay
That weighs his spirit down,
And lead him thro’ this thorny way
To that eternal crown.

Verse 2
Yet now in life detain
His soul for Sion’s sake,
In mercy lift him up again,
And to his friends give back:
In answer to our cry,
Thy chosen servant raise,
And send him forth to testify
The gospel of thy grace.

Verse 3
Regard thy faithful ones,
Who all his burthen bear,
And hear in us the earnest groans,
The Spirit’s silent prayer;
The prayer that oft hath stay’d
The saints in their remove,
And in the vale their souls delay’d,
T’ inhance their joy above.

Verse 4
According to thy will
If now thy Spirit prays,
The prayer of faith the sick shall heal,
And lengthen out his days:
Thou knowst the Spirit’s mind
To us, O Lord, unknown;
But lo! We wait on thee, resign’d,
’Till all thy will be done.