I Love the Lord, He Heard My Voice

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.