Heal me for thy mercy’s sake.
3 Who, within the silent grave,
Shall proclaim thy power to save?
Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!
Lo! he comes—the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more!
Rise, my spirit, and adore!
F. Lyte.