Scripture Verse

Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. Psalm 116:8


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 43: De­liv­er­ance ce­le­brat­ed.

Music: Hamp­stead (Hor­ner) Eg­bert F. Hor­ner, 1904 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Hor­ner (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done;
Praise Him for His unnumbered gifts,
And praise Him for His Son.

How oft has His indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
And rescued from impending death,
When I in danger cried!

When on the bed of pain I lay
With sickness sore oppressed,
How oft has He assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest!

Back from destruction’s yawning pit
At His command I came;
He fed th’expiring lamp anew,
And raised its feeble flame.

My broken spirit He has cheered,
When torn with inward grief;
And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Has brought me swift relief.

My soul from ev­er­last­ing death
Is by His mercy brought,
To tell in Zion’s sacred gates
The wonders He has wrought.

Still will I walk before His face,
While He this life prolongs;
Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heav’nly songs.