Part 13 (1/2)

6 In gentler language there the Lord The counsels of his grace imparts; Amidst the raging storm his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

Psalm 30:1. First Part.

Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.

1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high, At thy command, diseases fly; Who but a G.o.d can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless, While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays His love is life and length of days; Tho' grief and tears the night employ, The morning-star restores the joy.

Psalm 30:2. 6. Second Part.

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 dy'd.

3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my G.o.d, ”What canst thou profit by my blood?

”Deep in the dust can I declare ”Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?

4 ”Hear me, O G.o.d of grace,” I said, ”And bring me from among the dead:”

Thy word rebuk'd 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.

Psalm 31:1. 5 13-19 22 23. First Part.

Deliverance from death.

1 Into thine hand, 0 G.o.d of truth, My spirit I commit; Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death, And sav'd me from the pit.

2 The pa.s.sions of my hope and fear Maintain'd a doubtful strife, While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd To take away my life.

3 ”My times are in thine hand,” I cry'd, ”Tho' I draw near the dust ;”

Thou art the refuge where I hide, The G.o.d in whom I trust.

4 O make thy reconciled face Upon thy servant s.h.i.+ne, And save me for thy mercy's sake, For I'm entirely thine.

PAUSE.

5 ['Twas in my haste, my spirit said, ”I must despair and die, ”I am cut off before thine eyes;”

But thou hast heard me cry.]

6 Thy goodness how divinely free!