You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; You spared me from going down to the pit. Psalm 30:3
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.