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Part 2 · Psalm 116

O Thou, who, when I did complain, Didst all my griefs remove; O Saviour, do not now disdain My humble praise and love.

Since Thou a pitying ear didst give And hear me when I pray’d, I’ll call upon Thee while I live, And never doubt Thy aid.

Pale Death with all his ghastly train My soul encompass’d round; Anguish and sin, and dread and pain On every side I found.

To Thee, O Lord of Life, I pray’d, And did for succour flee: O, save (in my distress I said) The soul that trusts in Thee!

How good Thou art! how large Thy grace! How easy to forgive! The helpless Thou delight’st to raise; And by Thy love I live.

Then, O my soul, be never more With anxious thoughts distrest: God’s bounteous love doth thee restore To ease and joy and rest.

My eyes no longer drown’d in tears, My feet from falling free, Redeem’d from death, and guilty fears, O Lord, I’ll live to Thee!