My God, it was Thy grace
That did my strength sup­ply;
When Thou didst hide Thy face,
Sure trou­bled then was I.
To Thee I cried, O Lord;
To Thee I made my sup­pli­cat­ing plea.

What pro­fit can it bring
If life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust Thy prais­es sing
Shall it Thy truth de­clare?
Jehovah, hear, in mer­cy hear
My help­er, Sav­ior, now ap­pear.

With grief to glad­ness turned,
With sor­row changed to joy,
Thy prais­es I have learned,
And songs my lips em­ploy;
So shall my tongue through life adore
And praise Thy name for ev­er­more.