CCXIX. My God, since thou hast rais'd me up

1 My God, since thou hast rais'd me up,
Thee I'll extol with thankful voice!
Restor'd by thy Almighty power,
With fear before thee I'll rejoice.

2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd,
To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save;
Thou didst support my sinking hopes,
My life didst rescue from the grave.

3 Wherefore, ye saints! rejoice with me
With me sing praises to the Lord;
Call all his goodness to your mind,
And all his faithfulness record.

4 His anger is but short; his love,
Which is our life, hath certain stay;
Grief may continue for a night,
But joy returns with rising day!

5 Then what I vow'd in my distress,
In happier hours I now will give,
And strive, that in my grateful verse
His praises may for ever live.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The blest and undevided Three,
The one sole Giver of all life,
Glory and praise for ever be.

Text Information
First Line: My God, since thou hast rais'd me up
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
Topic: Thanksgiving after Sickness
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