AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.
Isaiah xxxviii. 17, 18, &c.
Glory to God, whose gracious power
Is in His creature's weakness show'd,
Who turns aside the mortal hour,
And bids me live to praise my God!
To praise my God I only live;
To Him my residue of days,
His own continued gift, I give;
I only live my God to praise.
In love and pity to my soul,
Thou, Lord, hast snatch'd me from the grave,
Thy powerful touch hath made me whole;
O, who can as my Saviour save?
Jesu, the Saviour of mankind,
How shall I magnify Thy grace,
Which cast my every sin behind,
And brought me to Thy Father's face!
Here I rejoice to bless Thy name,
Thy goodness here I live to see:
The grave cannot Thy praise proclaim,
The dead can call no souls to Thee.
The living, he shall praise Thy love;
The living, he Thy truth shall own,
As I this day delight to prove,
And make Thy faithful mercies known.
Let future times Thy name confess,
In which I sure salvation have,
And learn from me their God to bless,
So ready and so strong to save.
The Lord hath saved my soul from death;
Then let us sing my grateful songs,
And render with our latest breath
The praise that to my Lord belongs.
