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.

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 dra\vn 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 to Day;
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.