Songs VII and IX
A Song of Praise for Health
Health is a Jewel dropt from Heav'n,
Which Money cannot buy,
The Life of Life, the Bodies' Peace,
And pleasant Harmony.
Lord, who hath Tun'd my outward Man
To such a lively Frame,
Screw up my Heart-strings all, to make
Sweet Melody to thy Name,
Whilst others in God's Prisons lie,
Bound with Affliction's Chains,
I walk at large, secure and free
From Sickness and from Pains;
Their Life is Death, their Language Groans,
Their Meat is Juice of Galls;
Their Friends but Strangers; wealth but want;
Their Houses, Prison-walls.
Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies,
And shall I silent be?
Lord, were I sick, as I am well,
Thou should'st have heard from me.
The Sick have not more Cause to pray,
Than I to praise my King:
Since Nature teaches them to groan,
Let Grace teach me to sing.
I see my Friends, I taste my Meat,
I'm free for mine Employ:
But when I do enjoy my God,
Then I my self enjoy.
Lord, who dost set me on my Feet,
Direct me in thy Ways:
O Crown thy Gift of Health with Grace,
And turn it to thy Praise.
A Song of Praise for good Success in honest Affairs
Is not the Hand of God in this?
Is not this End divine?
Lord of Success, Thee will I bless,
Who on my Paths do'st shine.
I reap the Fruit of God Divine,
By him it was foreseen;
He thought of this as well as I,
Or it had never been.
I blindly guess'd, but he foreknew;
I wish'd, he did command;
Wherefore I praise his careful Eye,
And his unerring Hand.
The Bow is drawn by feeble Arms,
Aim taken in the Dark,
A providential Hand doth guide
The Arrow to the Mark.
Except the Lord the City keep,
The Watchman will be slain;
Except the Lord do build the House,
The Builder builds in vain.
Buildings are Babels, Cities Heaps,
When thou send'st Curse or Flame:
And lab'ring Heads that promise Fruit,
Oft bring forth Wind and Shame.
But thou hast Crown'd my Actions, Lord,
With good Success today;
This Crown, together with my self,
At thy blest Feet I lay.
Lord, who art pleas'd to prosper me,
To bless me in my Ways;
Prosper my weak endeavouring Heart,
Which aimeth at thy Praise.