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.