I Love the Lord; He heard my voice,
And owned my hum­ble pray­er:
He makes my brok­en heart re­joice:
He makes my soul His care.

When hosts of foes be­set me round,
And threat­ened to des­troy,
In Him the wished re­lief I found;
My heart re­vived with joy.

The pains of hell, and fears of death,
Encompassed me around;
To Him I cried with fal­ter­ing breath,
And full de­liv­er­ance found.

Long as I live, I’ll bless His name,
And tri­umph in His Word;
By Him alone sal­va­tion came,
Who is the migh­ty Lord.

Trust ye the Lord, nor yield to fear;
On His rich love de­pend:
He will pre­serve you while you’re here,
And save you to the end.