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AFTER A RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

Thy will be done, Thy name be blest!
I am not, gracious Lord, my own;
Whate'er Thy wisdom sends is best,
Thy name be praised, Thy will be done.

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Earnest of benefits behind,
Of all Thy bounty waits to give,
Pledge of a sound and healthful mind,
My life I at Thy hands receive.
Snatch'd from the death of sin, my soul
Shall never see corruption's grave;
Surely Thy love shall make me whole,
Thy love can to the utmost save.
Thy love hath cast out servile fear,
No longer can I doubt or mourn;
To the black dungeon of despair
I never, never shall return.
Sin shall not have dominion now,
Or in my mortal body reign;
Jesus, my Lord, my Saviour Thou,
Thou hast the lawless tyrant slain.
Still, O my God, Thy power display,
Thy kingdom to my soul restore;
Those other lords persist to slay,
And suffer them to rise no more.
If now I have acceptance found
With Thee, or favour in Thy sight,
With Thine omnipotence surround,
And arm me with Thy Spirit's might.
O may I hear His warning voice,
And timely fly from danger near;
With reverence unto Thee rejoice,
And love Thee with a filial fear.
Still hold my soul in second life,
And suffer not my feet to slide;
Support me in the glorious strife,
And comfort me on every side.

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O give me faith and faith's increase,
Finish the work begun in me;
Preserve my soul in perfect peace,
That stays, and waits, and hangs on Thee.
O let Thy gracious Spirit guide,
And bring me to the promised land,
Where righteousness and peace reside,
And all submit to love's command.
A land where milk and honey flow,
And springs of pure delights arise;
Delights which I shall shortly know:
I shall regain my paradise.
I see it now from Pisgah's top,
Pleasant, and beautiful, and good;
In all the confidence of hope,
I claim the purchase of Thy blood.
Of righteousness Divine possest,
O let me grasp the prize so nigh,
Enter into the promised rest,
Enjoy Thy perfect love, and die.