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

Introduction

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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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Lyrics

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.