Scripture Verse

The Lord hath chastened me sore: but He hath not given me over unto death. Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and I will praise the Lord. Psalm 118:18–19

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 60: Praise for re­co­ve­ry from sick­ness.

Music: Clau­di­us Ar­thur H. Mann, in The Me­tho­dist Hym­nal (New York: Me­tho­dist Book Con­cern, 1905), num­ber 595 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Arthur H. Mann
1850–1929

Lyrics

Sovereign of life, I own Thy hand
In ev­ery chast­en­ing stroke;
And, while I smart be­neath Thy rod
Thy pre­sence I in­voke.

To Thee in my dis­tress I cried,
And Thou hast bowed Thine ear,
Thy pow­er­ful Word my life pro­longed
And brought sal­va­tion near.

Unfold, ye gates of right­eous­ness,
That, with the pi­ous throng,
I may re­cord my sol­emn vows,
And tune my grate­ful song.

Praise to the Lord, whose gen­tle hand
Renews our la­bor­ing breath:
Praise to the Lord, who makes His saints
Triumphant e’en in death.

My God, in Thine ap­point­ed hour
Those heav’n­ly gates dis­play,
Where pain, and sin, and fear, and death
For ev­er flee away.

There, while the na­tions of the blessed
With rap­tures bow around,
My an­thems to de­liv­er­ing grace
In sweet­er strains shall sound.