LX. Praise for Recovery from Sickness.

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.

To thee in my Distress I cried,
And thou hast bow'd thine Ear,
Thy pow'rful Word my Life prolong'd,
And brought Salvation near.

Unfold, ye Gates of Righteousness,
That, with the pious Throng,
I may record my solemn Vows,
And tune my grateful Song.

Praise to the LORD, whose gentle Hand
Renews our lab'ring Breath:
Praise to the LORD, who makes his Saints
Triumphant ev'n in Death.

My GOD, in thine appointed Hour
Those heav'nly Gates display,
Where Pain, and Sin, and Fear, and Death
For ever flee away.

There, while the Nations of the Bless'd
With Raptures bow around,
My Anthems to deliv'ring Grace
In sweeter Strains shall sound.