I will not die, but live,
And tell of the works of the Lord.
For there is no mention of You in death;
In Sheol who will give You thanks?
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
That I may tell of all Your works.
Let them also offer sacrifices of thanksgiving,
And tell of His works with joyful singing.
Are You not from everlasting,
O Lord, my God, my Holy One?
We will not die.
You, O Lord, have appointed them to judge;
And You, O Rock, have established them to correct.
Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders which You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of them,
They would be too numerous to count.
I have not hidden Your righteousness within my heart;
I have spoken of Your faithfulness and Your salvation;
I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth from the great congregation.
O God, You have taught me from my youth,
And I still declare Your wondrous deeds.
With my lips I have told of
All the ordinances of Your mouth.
One generation shall praise Your works to another,
And shall declare Your mighty acts.
“O Lord, by these things men live,
And in all these is the life of my spirit;
O restore me to health and let me live!
The Lord has brought about our vindication;
Come and let us recount in Zion
The work of the Lord our God!
But when Jesus heard this, He said, “This sickness is not to end in death, but for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified by it.”
For not one of us lives for himself, and not one dies for himself;