My thankful heart with glorying tongue 
Shall celebrate Thy name, 
Who hath restored, redeemed, recured 
From sickness, death, and pain.

I cried, Thou seem'st to make some stay, 
I sought more earnestly 
And in due time Thou succour'st me 
And sent'st me help from high.

Lord, whilst my fleeting time shall last, 
Thy goodness let me tell, 
And new experience I have gained 
My future doubts repel.

An humble, faithful life, O Lord, 
Forever let me walk; 
Let my obedience testify 
My praise lies not in talk.

Accept, O Lord, my simple mite, 
For more I cannot give. 
What Thou bestow'st I shall restore, 
For of thine alms I live.