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.

Thy praise, more constant than before,

Shall fill his daily breath;

Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,

Defends him still from death.

Open the gates of Zion now,

For we shall worship there;

The house where all the righteous go

Thy mercy to declare.

Among th' assemblies of thy saints

Our thankful voice we raise;

There we have told thee our complaints,

And there we speak thy praise.