I will ex-tol Thee, Lord on high,
At Thy com-mand dis-eas-es fly;
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark bor-ders of the grave?
Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His,
And tell how large His good-ness is;
Let all your powers re-joice and bless,
While you re-cord His ho-li-ness.
His an-ger but a mo-ment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night em-ploy,
The Morn-ing Star re-stores the joy.
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