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