I love the Lord, for my re­quest
And hum­ble plea He makes His care;
In Him through life my faith shall rest,
For He both hears and ans­wers pray­er.

Brought nigh to death and full of grief,
The Lord’s sal­va­tion I be­sought;
He heard my cry, and sent re­lief,
My soul from depths of woe He brought.

Most kind and right­eous is the Lord,
Our God is mer­ci­ful indeed;
Delighting ev­er to af­ford
His help to me in time of need.

Return unto thy rest, my soul,
The Lord has rich­ly dealt with thee,
Delivered thee from death’s con­trol,
From sin and sor­row set thee free.

Since He has freed mine eyes from tears
And kept my feet from ev­il ways,
Redeemed from life’s dis­tress­ing fears,
With Him I walk, and Him I praise.

In my af­flict­ion and my pain,
When fears alarmed and hopes de­ceived,
I found all hu­man help­ers vain,
But in the Lord my soul be­lieved.