3 Should friends and kindred near and dear
Leave me to want, or die,
My God would make my life his care
And all my need supply.

4 My fainting flesh had dy’d with grief,
Had not my soul believ’d
To see thy grace provide relief,
Nor was my hope deceiv’d.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He’ll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

Psalm 29.  L. M.
Storm and thunder.

1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power,
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.

3 He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind,
Lay the wide forests bare around;
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the sound.

4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And, lo, the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The vallies roar, the deserts quake.

5 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,
The thunderer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.

6 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

Psalm 30:1.  First Part. 
Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.

1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command, diseases fly;
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless, While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays His love is life and length of days; Tho’ grief and tears the night employ, The morning-star restores the joy.

Psalm 30:2. 6.  Second Part. 
Health, sickness, and recovery.

1 Firm was my health, my day was bright, And I presum’d ’twould ne’er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, “Pleasure and peace shall ne’er depart.”

2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as thy face began to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts dy’d.

3 I cry’d aloud to thee, my God,
“What canst thou profit by my blood? 
“Deep in the dust can I declare
“Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?

4 “Hear me, O God of grace,” I said,
“And bring me from among the dead:” 
Thy word rebuk’d the pains I felt,
Thy pardoning love remov’d my guilt.

5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn’d to joy and praises now;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.

6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne’er be silent of thy name Thy praise shall sound thro’ earth and heaven, For sickness heal’d, and sins forgiven.