I love the Lord - his listening ear
perceived my faint, despairing cry;
and now, because he stooped to hear,
I’ll call upon him till I die.
My life was in the grip of death,
Its terrors overwhelming me;
And, as my sorrow choked my breath,
I begged the Lord to set me free.

Our God is gracious, he is just,
with tender love beyond belief.
The weak and helpless all may trust
his power, who came to my relief.
O Lord, I'm truly satisfied
and take my leave of frets and fears:
you saved me when I should have died,
and wiped away my bitter tears.

When I was wrestling with regret,
convinced that no-one's words were true,
you caught my stumbling feet, and set
me on the road to walk with you.
What can I offer back to you,
My Lord, for all your grace to me?
I'll speak your name, so great and true,
and lift the cup of victory.

To you the death of every saint
is dear - so now I take my part,
and, loosed from bondage, here present
the offering of my thankful heart.
Then, with your people gathered round,
I'll pledge to serve you all my days;
and may this holy place resound,
O Lord, with never-ending praise!


Emma Turl
© Emma Turl / admin. The Jubilate Group
Metre: 8 8 8 8 D (DLM)
Suggested tune: ST PATRICK (Irish traditional melody)