I love the Lord, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Psalm 116:1
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Recovery from sickness.
Music: Beati Immaculati Alexander R. Reinagle, Psalm Tunes for the Voice and Pianoforte, circa 1836 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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.