I WILL extol Thee, Lord on high,

Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His, And tell how great 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 fears the night employ, The morning soon restores our joy.

Firm was my strength, my day was bright; And I presumed ’twould ne’er be night; Proudly I said within my heart, ‘Pleasure and peace shall not depart.’

But I forgot ’twas Thine arm strong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as Thy face began to hide, My health and strength, and comforts died.

‘Hear me, O God of grace,’ I prayed, ‘And bring me from the edge of death.’ Thy word removed the pains I felt, And pardoning love absolved my guilt.

Now all my powers shall aid my tongue To raise a loud and thankful song; Thy praise shall sound through earth and Heaven, For sickness healed and sins forgiven.