Yet I will praiſe thee I’m alive.
9. Alive to praiſe thee, O my GOD,
Tho’ chaſt’ned with afflicting rod;
But ſhould my ſins been marked well,
My ſoul would have been ſent to Hell.
10. But bleſſed be his holy Hand,
I am return’d to native land;
Tho’ ſickneſs did my ſpirits waſte,
Thy flowing mercy I do taſte.
11. My Kindred and my Friends ſo dear;