1 Sovereign of life, I own thy hand
In every chastening stroke;
And while I smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.
2 To thee in my distress I cried,
And thou hast bowed thy ear;
Thy powerful word my life prolonged,
And brought salvation near.
3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
That,with the pious throng,
I may record my solemn vows,
And tune my grateful song.
4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our laboring breath:
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant e'en in death.
5 My God, in thine appointed hour
Those heavenly gates display,
Where pain and sin, and fear and death
For ever flee away.
6 There, while the nations of the blessed,
With raptures bow around,
My anthems to delivering grace,
In sweeter strains shall sound.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799