1 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.

2 Thy praise, more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.

3 Open the gates of Sion now,
For we shall worship there;
The house where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare.

4 Among th’assemblies of Thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise
There we have told Thee our complaints,
And there we speak Thy praise.