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
Words: Paul B. Henkel, Church Hymn Book (New Market, Virginia: Solomon Henkel, 1816), number 159.
Thanksgiving for the delivery of the plague or other mortal diseases. Note: The 1816 edition of this hymnal does not name the author. Henkel’s son, Ambrose Henkel, identifies his father as the author by a double dagger symbol (‡) in the 1838 edition, page 442.
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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.