O God! Thy praises now
    With rapture fill my heart,
Because I know that thou
    Can’st healing power impart;
And give that depth of joy within,
    That only springs from pardoned sin.

Thou wilt not let me fall,
    While in thy strength I move,
And on thee cast my all,
    Thy tender care to prove:
No! I shall rise to seek thy face,
    And feel the kindlings of thy grace.

To all thy saints be near,
    Thou source of light and love;
Their drooping spirits cheer,
    With blessings from above;
Nor let one doubt or fear impair
    Their faith in thee to answer prayer!

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