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 Power Can Rescue From The Grave—
Your Power 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.

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