Let all the world in every corner sing / My God and King.
God heals, and the physician hath the thanks
Here lies a fallen god His fall was not a small one, We did but build his pedestal An narrow and a tall one
The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence
Teach me, my god and King, / In all things Thee to see, / And what I do in anything / To do it as for Thee.