Great God, you heard your servants' cry and kept us from the grave. By grace we live; for none can die whom God resolves to save. Your power to ransom and restore defends us still from death. Your praise, more constant than before, shall fill our daily breath. Through open gates your people flow your mercies to declare. With joyful hearts we'll come and go, enthroning you in prayer. In glad assemblies of your saints we'll trace your loving ways, and as we vented our complaints so now we'll sing your praise.