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.
