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.