CCXVIII. When we are rais'd from deep distress

1 When we are rais'd from deep distress,
Our God deserves a song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are open'd wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death
Commands them fast again.

3 When he but speaks the healing word,
Then no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly, as he commands.

4 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore,
And cast our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

5 To him I cry'd, "Thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just;
Thy power can rescue from the grave;
Thy power is all my trust!"

6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years.

Text Information
First Line: When we are rais'd from deep distress
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1816
Topic: Thanksgiving after Sickness
Source: Common Prayer Book
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