I love the Lord who heard my cry
And grant­ed my re­quest;
In Him who hears and an­swers pray­er
My trust through life shall rest.

With dead­ly sor­rows com­passed round
My heart was full of grief;
Then to the Lord I made my pray­er
That He would send re­lief.

The Lord is just and mer­ci­ful,
And gra­cious to the meek;
He saved me when I cried to Him
Though I was poor and weak.

Return un­to thy rest, my soul,
No long­er trou­bled be;
The Lord sus­tains thee, and has dealt
Most gra­cious­ly with thee.

Before my Sav­ior I will live,
From death He saved my soul,
My eyes from tears, my feet from falls,
And he has made me whole.

In my af­flict­ion this I found
That hu­man help de­ceived,
But ev­er faith­ful was the Lord
In whom my soul be­lieved.