A Prayer in Sickness + 

Thou foldest me in sickness; + 

Thou callest through the cloud; + 

I batter with the thickness + 

Of the swathing, blinding shroud: + 

Oh, let me see thy face, + 

The only perfect grace + 

That thou canst show thy child. + 

O father, being-giver, + 

Take off the sickness-cloud; + 

Saviour, my life deliver + 

From this dull body-shroud: + 

Till I can see thy face + 

I am not full of grace, + 

I am not reconciled. + 