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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