Christ Victorious

Oh, days of sickness, grief and pain, What bring ye in your mournful train? Grey hairs, old age before its time - The breaking down of manhood's prime, The trembling hand, the fainting heart, Bruises and wounds to throb and smart, The nerve unstrung, the sleepless brain; Oh, these come boldly in your train. But days of sickness, grief and pain, Do these alone make up your train? Not so! not so! The ranks between Submission's gracious form is seen; And with the boldest of the hand...