Deliverance From Another Sore Fit

In my distress I sought the Lord     When naught on earth could comfort give,     And when my soul these things abhorred,     Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live."     Thou knowest the sorrows that I felt;     My plaints and groans were heard of Thee,     And how in sweat I seemed to melt     Thou help'st and Thou regardest me.     My wasted flesh Thou didst restore,     My feeble loins didst gird with strength,     Yea, when I was most low and poor,     I said I shall praise Thee at length.     What shall I render to my God     For all His bounty showed to me?     Even for His mercies in His rod,     Where pity most of all I see.     My heart I wholly give to Thee;     O make it fruitful, faithful Lord.     My life shall dedicated be     To praise in thought, in deed, in word.     Thou know'st no life I did require     Longer than still Thy name to praise,     Nor ought on earth worthy desire,     In drawing out these wretched days.     Thy name and praise to celebrate,     O Lord, for aye is my request.     O grant I do it in this state,     And then with Thee, which is the best.