Thanksgiving for His Recovery

Who is so great a God as ours,
So near with His redeeming powers,
So ready at His creature's cry
To send deliverance from the sky,
To turn aside the ills we dread,
And all our largest hopes exceed!

Thou dost, in answer to our prayer,
A death-devoted victim spare:
Thou hast not, Lord, in wrath removal
A child too tenderly beloved,
Hut still Thine eye with pity sees
His parents' life wrapp'd up in his.

Thy pity heard our softest tears,
And scatter'd all our griefs and fears,
The means Thy mercy sanctified,
The balmy help Thy love supplied,
And gives our joyful hearts to own
Thou dost the work, and Thou alone.

Our Isaac on the altar laid,
Receiving back as from the dead,
We offer up at mercy's shrine
A living sacrifice Divine:
And let him live to health restored,
The servant of his quickening Lord.
Saviour, inspire him with Thy grace
From now to run the Christian race,
From now to seek the things above,
And pant for his Redeemer's love,
Till Thou the heavenly bliss impart,
And spread Thy kingdom through his heart.
Long may he live to serve Thy will
With humble persevering zeal,
To recompense our tenderest tears,
The stay of our declining years,
And close his happy parents' eyes,
And trace us then to paradise.