On my Recovery.

On my Recovery.

God of my Life and lengthen'd Days! To Thee my Breath I owe. Teach me my grateful Voice to raise, In Sounds that sweetly flow.

When sinking to the silent Grave, My Spirits dy'd away; Thy quick'ning Word new Vigour gave, Thy Voice commands my Stay.

In my Distress to Thee I cry'd, When tossing in my Bed; Thou sent'st thy Mercy to my Aid, And eas'd my aking Head.

Thou bidd'st the vital Current flow In a less rapid Tide; My dancing Pulse beat calm and low, And fev'rish Heats subside.

Thou lend'st to my Physician Skill, Right Med'cines to apply; And my Disease obey'd thy Will, The painful Symptoms die.

That Life, which thou hast longer spar'd, I would devote to Thee. O let thy Spirit be my Guard, Till I thy Face shall see!