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 pow'rs rejoice, and bless.
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.