I love You, Lord-You heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I’ll hasten to Your throne.
I love You, Lord—You bowed Your ear,
And chased my griefs away;
My heart need never know despair
While I have breath to pray!
My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and heartbreak’s knell
Besieged my sleepless head.
My gracious God, Your servant save,
You’re ever good and just;
Your pow’r can rescue from the grave-
Your pow’r is all my trust.
The Lord beheld me sore distressed,
And bid my pains remove;
Return, my soul, to God your rest,
For you have known His love.
My God has saved my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to His praise I’ll spend my breath
All my remaining years.
