1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry,
And rescu'd from the grave;
Now shall he live: (and none can die,
If God resolve to save.)
2 Thy praise more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore
Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Zion now,
For we shall worship there,
The house where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare.
4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise;
There we have told thee our complaints,
And there we speak thy praise.