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;
And, when thy face was turn'd aside,
My health was gone, my comforts died.

3 Hear me, O God of grace, I said,
And raise me from among the dead:
Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt.

4 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?

5 Thine anger but a moment stays;
Thy love is life and lengths of day.
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.