Church Hymn Book ‎#CCXVII

CCXVII. Eternal praises to my Lord

1 Eternal praises to my Lord,
My soul desires to give'
My health it is again restor'd,
And I am spar'd to live.

2 My feeble body lay oppress'd,
My soul wil fill'd with frief;
I was on ev'ry side distress'd,
Whilst hopeless of relief.

3 My life approach'd the brink of death,
Just on the verge I lay:
I nearly breath'd my latest breath,
Which almost fled away.

4 But God has still prolong'd my days,
Vouchsaf'd my life to save:
And I will live unto his praise,
Whilst life and breath I have.

5 His mercies I will ne'er forget,
But thankful will I be;
The mercies of my God are great!
Which he has shown to me.

6 When all the help of man had fail'd
To ease my of my pain:
When death itself almost prevail'd,
The Lord help'd me again.

7 The wonders thou my God hast wrought,
My soul shall e'er adore;
Till I can praise thee as I ought,
And thank thee ever more.

Text Information

• First Line: Eternal praises to my Lord
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Topic: Thanksgiving after Sickness
• Notes: Public Domain.

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