Scripture Verse

Thou hast delivered my soul from death. Psalm 116:8


Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)

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 364: On re­co­ve­ry from sick­ness, dur­ing which, much of the di­vine fa­vor had been ex­per­ie­nced.

Music: Eag­ley James Walch, 1860 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


My God, Thy ser­vice well de­mands
The rem­nant of my days:
Why was this fleet­ing breath re­newed,
But to re­new Thy praise?

Thine arms of ev­er­last­ing love
Did this weak frame sus­tain,
When life was ho­ver­ing o’er the grave,
And na­ture sunk with pain.

Thou, when the pains of death were felt,
Didst chase the fears of hell,
And teach my pale and qui­ver­ing lips
Thy match­less grace to tell.

Calmly I bowed my faint­ing head
On Thy dear faith­ful breast;
Pleased to ob­ey my Fa­ther’s call
To His eter­nal rest.

Into Thy hands, my Sav­ior God,
Did I my soul re­sign,
In firm de­pen­dence on that truth,
Which made sal­va­tion mine.

Back from the bor­ders of the grave,
At Thy com­mand I come:
Nor would I urge a speed­ier flight
To my ce­les­ti­al home.

Where Thou de­ter­mine mine abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in Thy pre­sence death is life,
And earth is Heav’n with Thee.