THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CXVI

I Love the Lord, who heard the Voice Of my Requests for Grace. Because he bow'd to me his Ear, I'll pray, thro' all my Days. Sorrows intense, like Bands of Death, Encompass'd me around; The Grave's strong Terrors seiz'd on me, Distress, and Grief, I found. Then on Iehovah's Name I call'd, In this most fervent Speech; "Deliver thou my Soul, O Lord, "I humbly Thee beseech. The Lord is kind, and just from him, Our God, all Mercies flow. He keeps the harmless; he me help'd, When I was very low. Return, my Soul, unto thy Rest, The Lord dealt well with thee. For thou hast from the Snares of Death, My trembling Soul set free; My Feet from Falls, thou hast preserv'd, And wip'd mine Eyes from Tears. I'll walk before Iehovah's Face, Thro' all my coming Years. I did believe, and therefore spake; Tho' I was greatly griev'd. And, in my Consternation, said, I am by all deceiv'd.