1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high;
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is:
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.
3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.
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First Line: | I will extol thee, Lord, on high |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 1 |