Praise for Recovery from Sickness

Verse 1

Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand In ev'ry chast'ning stroke; And while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 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.

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

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