Psalm CXVI.
1
I love the Lord, who to my cry
A gracious ear did lend:
And therefore I will call on him,
Until my life shall end.
2
The pangs of death surrounded me;
The pains of hell got hold:
And thus I cry'd unto the Lord,
O Lord preserve my soul!
3
The Lord is good and gracious,
His mercy large and free:
And he that saves the innocent,
In trouble helped me.
4
Turn to thy rest then, O my soul,
Who hast his goodness seen:
My life from death, my eyes from tears
Have now delivered been.
5
My feet from falling he has kept,
For which I praise will give:
And walk uprightly in his sight,
As long as I shall live.
6
I said, when in my hast I fled,
In man there is no trust:
But by experience I have found,
The Lord is true and just.
7
Now what shall I unto the Lord
For all his mercies bring?
I will the cup of blessings take,
And to his name will sing.
8
My vows I to the Lord will pay,
Before his people here;
To whom the blood of all his saints,
Most precious is, and dear:
9
I am thy bounden servant, Lord,
I own most solemnly:
None bought or born within the house,
Are servants more than I.
10
Therefore the sacrifice of praise,
I to the Lord will bring:
And in the sight of all his saints,
Present my offering.
11
My vows I to his house will bring,
And duly pay the same,
Within thee, O Jerusalem,
Praise ye his holy name.
