Words: Isaac Watts
Part 1: Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.
1 I Will extol thee, Lord, on high, At thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record his holiness.
3 His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy.
Part 2: v.6 Health, sickness, and recovery.
1 Firm was my health, my day was bright, And I presumed ’twould ne’er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, “Pleasure and peace shall ne’er depart.”
2 But I forgot thine arm was strong Which made my mountain stand so long: Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died.
3 I cried aloud to thee, my God, “What canst thou profit by my blood? Deep in the dust can I declare Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?
4 “Hear me, O God of grace,” I said, “And bring me from among the dead:” Thy word rebuked the pains I felt, Thy pard’ning love removed my guilt.
5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe Are turned to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round
6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne’er be silent of thy name; Thy praise shall sound through earth and heav’n For sickness healed and sins forgiv’n.