Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Firm was my health, my day was bright,|
And I presumed '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
3. I cried aloud to thee, my God,
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 removed my guilt.
5. My groans, and tears, and forms of woe
6. My tongue, the glory of my frame,
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