Psalm 118 part 2

 v.
17-21 
C.
 M.

Public praise for deliverance from death.


Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry
And rescued from the grave;
Now shall he live; and none can die,
If God resolve to save.


Thy praise, more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.


Open the gates of Zion now,
For we shall worship there;
The house where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare.


Among th' assemblies of thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise;
There we have told thee our complaints,
And there we speak thy praise.

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