435. Sickness and Recovery

1 My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain;
When life was hov'ring o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell;
And teach my pale and quiv'ring lips
Thy matchless grace to tell.

4 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head
On thy dear faithful breast;
Pleas'd to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest.

5 Into thy hands, my Savior God,
Did I my soul resign:
In firm dependence on that truth,
Which made salvation mine.

6 Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come:
Nor will I urge a speedier flight,
To thy celestial home.

Text Information
First Line: My God, thy service well demands
Title: Sickness and Recovery
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
Topic: Special Occasions: Sickness and Recovery
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