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PSALM 116. First Part. (C. M.) Recovery from Sickness.

I

I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

II

I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away;
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

III

My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs, and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

IV

‘My God,’ I cry'd, ‘thy servant save,
‘Thou ever good and just;
‘Thy power can rescue from the grave,
‘Thy power is all my trust.’

V

The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bid my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

VI

My God hath sav'd my soul from death
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.