1000. Go to the pillow of disease

1 Go the pillow of disease,
Where night gives no repose,
And on the cheek where sickness preys
Bid health to plant the rose.

2 Go where the friendless stranger lies;
To perish is his doom;
Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.

3 Thus what our heavenly Father gave
Shall we as freely give;
Thus copy him who lived to save,
And died that we might live.

Text Information
First Line: Go to the pillow of disease
Alterer: Anon.
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1873
Topic: Benevolence; Sympathy for the Sick
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