Psalm 107, Part 3

He smote the gates that kept them in,
The brazen gates of actual sin,
The iron bars in sunder broke;
From Satan's dungeon brought them up,
Deliver'd by the gospel-hope,
And into glorious freedom spoke.

But when to folly they return'd.
His wrath against the sinners burn'd,
And plagued them with judicial pain;
Diseased they loathed their pleasant meat.
Their soul just sunk into the pit,
Their dust return'd to dust again.

To God they then in trouble cried.
And kindly He their wants supplied,
And saved them from their sore distress
He sent His all-reviving word,
Their body to full health restored,
Their soul to perfect holiness.

O that the world would therefore praise
The Lord, the God of boundless grace,
Whose love in all His works is seen!
With joyful lips confess His power,
And ever feel, proclaim, adore
His wonders towards the sons of men!