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;

Tho' grief and tears the night employ,

The morning-star restores the joy.