XXXb. Health, Sickness, and Recovery

1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presum'd ’twould ne’er be night
Fondly I said within my heart,
"Pleasure and peace, shall ne’er depart.

2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as thy face began to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts died.

3 I cry'd aloud to thee my God;
“What can'st thou profit by my blood?
"Deep in the dust can I declare
"Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?

4 "Hear me, O God of grace, I said,
"And bring me from among the dead:"
Thy word rebuked the pains I felt,
Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilt.

5 My groans and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn'd to joy and praises now;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.

6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne’er be silent of thy name;
Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heaven,
For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiven.

Text Information
First Line: Firm was my health, my day was bright
Title: Health, Sickness, and Recovery
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1785
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Notes: Second Part
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