Scripture Verse

I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. The Lord hath chastened me sore: but He hath not given me over unto death. Psalm 118:17–18


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Pub­lic praise for de­liv­er­ance from death.

Music: Mil­wau­kee (Pro­the­ro) Da­ni­el W. Pro­the­ro (1866–1934) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

Daniel W. Prothero (1866–1934)


Lord, Thou hast heard Thy ser­vant cry
And res­cued from the grave;
Now shall he live; and none can die,
If God re­solve to save.

Thy praise, more con­stant than be­fore,
Shall fill his dai­ly breath;
Thy hand, that hath chas­tised him sore,
Defends him still from death.

Open the gates of Zi­on now,
For we shall wor­ship there;
The house where all the right­eous go
Thy mer­cy to de­clare.

Among th’as­sem­blies of Thy saints
Our thank­ful voice we raise
There we have told Thee our com­plaints,
And there we speak Thy praise.