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.