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On behalf of the entire Hymnary.org team, our thanks.
1 Thanks be to God, who heard our pray'r,
When we had fears and doubt;
When fierce diseases ev'ry where,
Compass'd our land about.
2 When death, that cruel tyrant made,
Poor mortals feel his pow'r;
And in another world have fled,
Not to return no more.
3 How melancholy was the sound,
To hear they dying groan:
Can no relief or help be found,
Till we are fled and gone.
4 And must our troubled spirits fly,
To God, who first them gave;
Our bodies only made to die!
And moulder in the grave.
5 Great God, how mournful was the scene;
Where e'er his was the case;
But great thy mercies e'er have been,
To those who trust thy grace.
6 Thanks be to God, that we are spar'd,
To see the present day.
O, make us ready, gracious Lord,
Till we be call'd away.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CLX