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