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.

I love the Lord; He heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I’ll hasten to His throne.

I love the Lord; He bowed His ear,
And chased my griefs away;
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplexed my wakeful head.

“My God,” I cried, “Thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just;
Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust.”

The Lord beheld me sore distressed,
He bid my pains remove;
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known His love.

My God hath saved my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to His praise I’ll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

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.

O gracious God, whose constant care
Supplies our golden days,
Whose joyous fellowship we share
At work, at rest, in play and prayer—
Accept our heartfelt praise.

We thank Thee, Father, for each word,
Each thought-revealing truth,
For prophet voices gladly heard,
For darling dreams, for friends who stirred
The fragile wills of youth.

Companion of this sacred hour,
Renew in us each day
Our lofty purpose; grant us power
That worthy thoughts in deeds may flower,
In Christlike lives, we pray.