Hezekiah's

Song of Thanksgiving Genevan 49

George van Popta Harmony: Goudimel

A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery

Isaiah 38:10-20

1. It seemed to me my life was at an end.

2. Just like a shep herd will col lapse his tent
3. For like a li on he broke all my bones.
4. What shall I say? I'm at a loss for words.

5. You kept me from de struc tion's yawn ing pit

6. O par ents, tell your chil dren, let them know

"Must I now through the gates of death de scend?

so did I think my days were all but spent.
> I'm like a mourn ing dove that on ly moans
What I've ex pe rienced came from God, the Lord.

and you for gave my wrongs; you did ac quit

a bout this God who saves us from all woe.

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Will I be robbed of my re main ing years?" I cried to God as I shed man y tears.
Or as a weav er's cloth is rolled a way so did my sick ness cause me to de cay.
> or like a swift or thrush that quick ly flees and seeks its safe ty in a mong the trees.
I will walk hum bly my re main ing years be cause of all my an guish and my tears.

me of my guilt and all my wick ed ness. I praise you for your last ing faith ful ness

Rel count to them his love and faith ful ness. En sure they know a bout his gen tle ness.

I said, "I will not see the Lord a gain,

I have been cut a way from off the loom
> My eyes grew weak as I looked to the sky.
Lord, by such things do men and wom en live;

You cast my sins and e vil far a way.

The Lord will save me and we'll sing his praise

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no more my friends and neigh bours en ter tain."
and all that's left is swept up with a broom.
> I'm trou bled, Lord, please help me lest I die.
my spir it, too, finds life in what you give.

be hind your back, far from the light of day.

with harp and lyre ex ult ing all our days.

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Though not yet old I felt the end ap proach ing.
Through out the night I wait ed for the morn ing
> Through out the night I wait ed for the morn ing
Re stored to health I was not left to per ish.

Death and the grave you nev er hear ex ult ing.

In God's own tem ple we will all be sing ing.

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I wept and called out to my God, la ment ing.
to no a vail de spite my pa tient long ing.
> to no a vail de spite my pa tient long ing.
God let me live! His love and grace I cher ish.

On ly the liv ing praise God, as I'm do ing.

From us, his peo ple, psalms and hymns are ring ing.