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 Hugh 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 heav'nly 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 heav'nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy!