I love the Lord; He heard my cries, And pitied every groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I’ll hasten to His throne. I love the Lord; He bowed His ear, And chased my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplexed my wakeful head. “My God,” I cried, “Thy servant save, Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, Thy power is all my trust.” The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove; Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known His love. My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to His praise I’ll spend my breath, And my remaining years. |