Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Psalm cxviii. 18, 19

Sov'reign of Life, I own thy Hand In ev'ry chast'ning Stroke; And, while I smart beneath thy Rod, Thy Presence I invoke.

To thee in my Distress I cried, And thou hast bow'd thine Ear, Thy pow'rful Word my Life prolong'd, And brought Salvation near.

Unfold, ye Gates of Righteousness, That, with the pious Throng, I may record my solemn Vows, And tune my grateful Song.

Praise to the LORD, whose gentle Hand Renews our lab'ring Breath: Praise to the LORD, who makes his Saints Triumphant ev'n in Death.

My GOD, in thine appointed Hour Those heav'nly Gates display, Where Pain, and Sin, and Fear, and Death For ever flee away.

There, while the Nations of the Bless'd With Raptures bow around, My Anthems to deliv'ring Grace In sweeter Strains shall sound.