Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry
And rescued from the grave;

Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry
      And rescued from the grave;
Now shall he live; and none can die,
      If God resolve to save.

Thy praise, more constant than before,
      Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
      Defends him still from death.

Open the gates of Zion now,
      For we shall worship there;
The house where all the righteous go
      Thy mercy to declare.

Among th’ assemblies of thy saints
      Our thankful voice we raise;
There we have told thee our complaints,
      And there we speak thy praise.

~ Isaac Watts

 

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