The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness: Isaiah 38:9–10
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book 1, 1707, number 55, alt.
Hezekiah’s song: or, sickness and recovery.
Music: Eagley James Walch, 1860 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Walch (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
When we are raised from deep distress,
Our God deserves a song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah’s tongue.
The gates of the devouring grave
Are opened wide in vain,
If He that holds the keys of death
Commands them fast again.
Pains of the flesh are wont t’abuse
Our minds with slavish fears:
Our days are past, and we shall lose
The remnant of our years.
We chatter with a swallow’s voice,
Or like a dove we mourn,
With bitterness instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.
Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands;
See fevers, plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at His commands.
If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore;
He casts our sins behind His back,
And they are found no more.