Psalms ‎#116a

116a. 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 lov'd 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 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
• Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 116
• Notes: Now Public Domain. First part

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