I Will extol thee, Lord, on high,

At thy command diseases fly:

Who but a God can speak and save

From the dark borders of the grave?

Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,

And tell how large his goodness is;

Let all your powers rejoice and bless

While you record his holiness.

His anger but a moment stays;

His love is life and length of days;

Though grief and tears the night employ,

The morning star restores the joy.