Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

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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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Lyrics

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.