Lord, Thou Hast Heard Thy Servant Cry

Lord

Thou hast heard Thy serv­ant cry

And res­cued from the grave;

Now shall he live; and none can die

If God re­solve to save.

Thy praise

more con­stant than be­fore

Shall fill his dai­ly breath;

Thy hand

that hath chas­tised him sore

Defends him still from death.

Open the gates of Zi­on now

For we shall wor­ship there;

The house where all the right­eous go

Thy mer­cy to de­clare.

Among th’as­sem­blies of Thy saints

Our thank­ful voice we raise

There we have told Thee our com­plaints

And there we speak Thy praise.