SICKNESS.

Sickness distressing, by trouble and trials,

Walk, stir, or do a little in the house,

It hurts me very bad,

And I cannot ride to have comfort.

My head a misery place all of my time,

And part of my time in great misery,

And noise sets my head

In a dreadful condition.

Most nothing hurts me,

And most nothing beats me out,

I am dreadful worn down with long sickness,

And trials, and sometimes trouble too.

Sick I do feel all my whole time,

And misery feelings from head to feet.

A number of years,

I have undergone great sickness.

Some of my diseases are cured a few years ago,

And some of them helped some,

And some of them patched along,

And some of them not any better at all,

But I am dreadful wore down with long sickness.

A common thing in my sickness,

Milk my cow, take care of my hens,

In such misery, I felt as if I must fall at every step,

But I must do it, I must do it.

Oh, Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear,

How dark this world would be.

If when deceived and wounded here,

We could not fly to Thee.

When sore afflictions press me down,

I need thy quickning powers,

Thy word that I have rested on,

Shall help my heaviest hours.