Firm Was My Health
Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I pre-sumed 'twould ne'er be night;
Fond-ly I said with-in my heart,
Plea-sure and peace shall ne'er de-part.
But I for-got Thine arm was strong,
Which made my moun-tain stand so long;
Soon as Thy face be-gan to hide,
My health was gone, my com-forts died.
I cried a-loud to Thee, my God,
What canst Thou pro-fit by my blood?
Deep in the dust can I de-clare
Thy truth, or sing Thy good-ness there?
Hear me, O God of grace, I said,
And bring me from a-mong the dead:
Thy word re-buked the pains I felt,
Thy pard-oning love re-moved my guilt.
My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turned to joy and prai-ses now;
I throw my sack-cloth on the ground,
And ease and glad-ness gird me round.
My tongue, the glo-ry of my frame,
Shall ne'er be si-lent of Thy Name;
Thy praise shall sound thru earth and heaven,
For sick-ness healed and sins for-given.