PSALM 116 PART 1
C. M.
Recovery from sickness.
207 I love the Lord; he heard my cries, And pitied every groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. | I love the Lord; he bowed his ear, And chased my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! | My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplexed my wakeful head. | "My God," I cried, "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, Thy power is all my trust." | The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. | My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. | |
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