I Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
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.
His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.
|First Line:||I Will extol thee, Lord, on high|
|Title:||Psalm 30 Part 1|
|Topic:||Health: sickness, and recovery; Recovery from sickness; Sickness healed1 more...|