Third PART. To the Sick

Fools rashly break thro' sacred Laws, To gratify their Sense; Till with Diseases they're chastis'd, To punish their Offence. Their Soul a painful Loathing feels To ev'ry Kind of Meat; And they, their near Approaches make To Death's unfriendly Gate. To God, in Trouble, then they cry; Who their Distress relieves. His sov'reign Word their Sickness heals, And them from Death reprieves. Let all, with Thanks, Iehovah praise, And make his Goodness known; For he among the Sons of Men, Works wonderful hath done. To him, let all their Sacrifice, With thankful Hearts, be brought; Declare with Joy, to all the World, What God, for them, hath wrought.