Hymn LIIII. For Deliverance from Sicknesse.
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God is hereby praised for delivering us from those
Distempers which deprived us of health; he is besought
also, to give us grace to employ our future
health to his glory, and to the health of our Souls.
Sing this as the 4 Psalme.
[1]
VVhilst we endeavour to obay
Our blessed Makers will;
All Creatures do the best they may,
Our Pleasures to fulfill:
But, when we negligent become,
In doing what we ought,
All things to us are troublesome,
And, bring our hopes, to nought.
2
Ev'n that, which is a part of man,
(Or, in his Bowels bred)
Makes insurrections, now and than,
Which wound, or strike him dead.
Within my Self, experiment
Of this, I lately found;
For, inbred-humours, had nigh sent
My Body, to the ground.
3
But Drougth, and Moisture, Heat and Cold,
Now reconciled be;
And, such an equall Temper hold,
As, health restores, to me.
My fainting Spirits be releev'd;
My Tast regain'd I have:
My weakned Body is repreev'd,
And, ransom'd from the grave.
4
For which, a Sacrifice of praise
To thee, ô God! I bring;
And unto thee, my voice I raise,
A thankfull Hymn, to sing:
Confessing, that by thee, ô Lord!
And by thy grace, alone,
The health and vigour is restor'd,
Which I have now put on.
5
So long as here, I do enjoy
The Being, I have got,
Let me, my Health and Strength employ,
Thine honour, to promote:
And, when my Life hath reach'd that houre,
Past which, I must not stay,
Through weaknesse, bring me to that powre,
Which, never will decay.
