CCCLXIV. On Recovery from Sickness, during which, much of the divine Favour had been experienced.

MY GOD, thy Service well demands
The Remnant of my Days:
Why was this fleeting Breath renew'd,
But to renew thy Praise?

Thine Arms of everlasting Love
Did this weak Frame sustain,
When Life was hov'ring o'er the Grave,
And Nature sunk with Pain.

Thou, when the Pains of Death were felt,
Didst chase the Fears of Hell,
And teach my pale and quiv'ring Lips
Thy matchless Grace to tell.

Calmly I bow'd my fainting Head
On thy dear faithful Breast;
Pleas'd to obey my Father's Call
To his eternal Rest.

Into thy Hands, my Saviour GOD,
Did I my Soul resign,
In firm Dependence on that Truth,
Which made Salvation mine.

Back from the Borders of the Grave,
At thy Command I come:
Nor would I urge a speedier Flight
To my celestial Home.

Where Thou determin'st mine Abode,
There would I chuse to be;
For in thy Presence Death is Life,
And Earth is Heav'n with Thee.