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1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presum'd ’twould ne’er be night;
Fondly I said within my heart,
"Pleasure and peace, shall ne’er depart."
2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as thy face began to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.
3 I cry'd aloud to thee my GOD,
“What can'st thou profit by my blood?
"Deep in the dust can I declare
"Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?
4 "Hear me, O GOD of grace, I said,
"And bring me from among the dead:"
Thy Word rebuked the pains I felt,
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt.
5 My groans and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn'd to joy and praises now;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.
9 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne’er be silent of thy name;
Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav’n,
For sickness heal'd and sins forgiv’n.
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First Line: | Firm was my health, my day was bright |
Title: | Health, Sickness, and Recovery |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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