For a Sick Friend

God of my life, Thy love I praise:
What riches of restoring grace
Hast Thou on me, on me, bestow'd!
In answer to Thy people's prayer,
My body breathes this ambient air,
My soul is circumfused with God.

Thou, Lord, Thy promise hast fulfill'd,
The prayer of faith the sick hath heal'd,
Thy strength is in my weakness shown
Thy goodness here with joy I see,
And give the glory all to Thee;
Thine is the work, and Thine alone,

Thou only didst the souls incline,
The gracious souls Thou callest Thine,
In my distress to feel their part:
Thy love infused the tender care,
And bade Thy dearest children bear
My vileness on their faithful heart.

Thy Spirit in their hearts did cry;
Thy Spirit would not let me die,
Till I had Thy salvation seen:
Thy Spirit shall the grace impart,
And change, and purify my heart,
And make me glorious all within.

With me He doth even now reside,
And in me He shall soon abide,
Spirit of health, and power, and love;
I shall obtain the perfect grace,
In holiness behold Thy face,
And serve Thee like Thy hosts above.

The earnest in my heart I feel;
Spirit of truth, apply Thy seal,
And stamp me with the stamp Divine
Now, Lord, the glorious grace display,
And seal me to redemption's day,
And keep my soul for ever Thine.