1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind.
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray.
4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say "My God, my heavenly Rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"
5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too, He is my rest, my sure relief.
6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill, My God, my most exceeding Joy.