Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done;
Praise Him for His unnumbered gifts,
And praise Him for His Son.
How oft has His indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
And rescued from impending death,
When I in danger cried!
When on the bed of pain I lay
With sickness sore oppressed,
How oft has He assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest!
Back from destruction’s yawning pit
At His command I came;
He fed th’expiring lamp anew,
And raised its feeble flame.
My broken spirit He has cheered,
When torn with inward grief;
And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Has brought me swift relief.
My soul from everlasting death
Is by His mercy brought,
To tell in Zion’s sacred gates
The wonders He has wrought.
Still will I walk before His face,
While He this life prolongs;
Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heav’nly songs.
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