Thy work, Almighty God

Is till unsearchable

All things work together for good

Of them that do Thy will.

You see my illness, Lord

My sickness and sufferings

The pains I bear both day and night

No sleep would come to me.

Consider my trouble

O, Thou great physician

Tell me, like king Hezekiah

I God, have heard Thy pray’rs.

Behold all my helpers

And my physician too

Tell me like King Hezekiah

That I have seen thy tears.

See not my shortcomings

Forgive me all my sins

Heal me like King Hezekiah

Add more days to my life.

Make me useful for Thee

After this my illness

And if my work on earth is done

Take me to glory land.