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1 Eternal praises to the Lord,
Come let us join to give;
By his protection and his guard
We are yet spar'd to live.
2 Whilst many of our fellow-men,
Were quickly call'd away:
When in distress, and grief, and pain,
They dropt their house of clay.
3 By grace, it is our happy lot:
To have respite of days;
It is God's will, that we should not
Depart, without his grace.
4 May we be wise and ne'er forget,
The troubles we were in!
With sickness, pain,and death beset:
As just reward for sin.
5 But he has turn'd his gracious hand,
And laid his vengeance by;
Still calls on this, our guilty land:
Turn ye, why will ye die.
6 Then let us thank and praise our God,
By whom we have been spar'd;
And bear with his correcting rod,
Till we are well prepar'd.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Eternal praises to the Lord |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Thanksgiving after Diseases |