1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd 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 chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Zion 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.