I Will Extol Thee, Lord, on High

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

I will extol thee, Lord, on high, At thy command diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave? 2. Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record his holiness. 3. His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy.