CCCLI. Praise for recovery from sickness

1 Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
In every chastening stroke;
And while I smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.

2 To thee in my distress I cry'd,
And thou hast bow'd thy ear;
Thy pow'rful word my life prolong'd,
And brought salvation near.

3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
That,with the pious throng,
I may record my solemn vows,
And tune my grateful song.

4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our lab'ring breath:
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant e'en in death.

5 My God, in thine appointed hour
Those heav'nly gates display,
Where pain and sin, and fear and death
For ever flee away.

6 There, while the nations of the bless'd,
With raptures bow around,
My anthems to deliv'ring grace,
In sweeter strains shall sound.

Text Information
First Line: Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
Title: Praise for recovery from sickness
Meter: C.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
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Topic: Sickness: Praise for recovery from
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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