1 Let all my powers unite to bless
My Savior and my God,
Proclaim aloud His richest grace,
And spread His fame abroad.
2 When sore diseases threatened death,
’Twas He restrained their power,
Did then prolong my fleeting breath,
My feeble frame restore.
3 I mourned and chattered like a dove,
And none could help afford,
Till God in boundless grace and love,
Pronounced the healing word.
4 He spake, and lo, afflicting pains
My wasted limbs forsook;
Death threw his poisoned dart in vain,
For He repelled the stroke.
5 What shall I render to my God,
For His distinguished love?
With joy I’ll visit His abode,
And all His gifts improve.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15820