For peace I had great bitterness: but Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for Thou hast cast all my sins behind Thy back. For the grave cannot praise Thee, death can not celebrate Thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for Thy truth.@Isaiah 38:17–22

Anon­y­mous, in the Church Hymn Book, by Paul B. Hen­kel (New Mar­ket, Vir­gin­ia: Sol­o­mon Hen­kel, 1816), num­ber 149. Thanks­giv­ing for the de­li­ve­ry of the plague or oth­er mor­tal dis­eas­es.

He­ber (Kings­ley) George Kings­ley, 1838 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Eternal praises to the Lord,
Come let us join to give;
By His protection and His guard
We are yet spared to live.

Whilst many of our fellow-men,
Were quickly called away:
When in distress, and grief, and pain,
They dropped their house of clay.

By grace, it is our happy lot
To have respite of days;
It is God’s will, that we should not
Depart, without His grace.

May we be wise and ne’er forget,
The troubles we were in!
With sickness, pain, and death beset:
As just reward for sin.

But He has turned His gracious hand,
And laid His vengeance by;
Still calls on this, our guilty land:
Turn ye, why will ye die?

Then let us thank and praise our God,
By whom we have been spared;
And bear with His correcting rod,
Till we are well prepared.