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, Lordâ€”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.