Thomas Clark - Look back, my soul, with grateful love - текст песни (слова)

Look back, my soul, with grateful love,
 On what thy God has done:
 Praise him for his unnumber'd gifts,
 And praise him for his Son. 
 
 How oft hath his indulgent hand
 My flowing eyelids dried,
 And rescued from impending death,
 When I in danger cried.
 
 When on the bed of death I lay,
 With sickness sore oppress'd, 
 How oft hath he assuaged my grief, 
 And lull'd my eyes to rest!
 
 Back from destruction's yawning pit
 At his command I came;
 He fed th'expiring lamp anew,
 And rais'd its feeble flame.
 
 My broken spirit he hath chear'd,
 When torn with inward grief;
 And when temptations press'd me sore, 
 Hath brought me swift relief. 
 
 My soul from everlasting death
 Is by his mercy brought,
 To tell in Zion's sacred gates
 The wonders he hath wrought. 
 
 Still will I walk before his face,
 While he this life prolongs;
 Till grace shall all its work complete,
 And teach me heav'nly songs.