Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#238

238. Recovery from sickness

1 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.

2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray.

3 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.

4 "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.

5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

6 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.

Text Information

• First Line: I love the Lord: he heard my cries
• Title: Recovery from sickness
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 116
• Notes: Now Public Domain. First part

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