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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!
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.
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?
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!
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.
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.
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.
In which I sure salvation have,
And learn from me their God to bless,
So ready and so strong to save.
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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.
Then let us sing my grateful songs,
And render with our latest breath
The praise that to my Lord belongs.
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