Ps: 116

Ime Pleasd that Heaven hears my cry, Regards me when I pray, Ime pleasd, & in a gratefull Joy, Will worship every day. God heard my voice, & I escapd, Tho death had spread his snare, Tho hell with horrid pleasure gapd to be my sepulchre. & when with troubles Ime besett again Ile call on thee, Ah help the wretch that cry's for aid, My God deliver me. How Just how gratious is the Lord, How mercyfull is he? He to the simple help affords, Yes, he has succourd me. Then rest my soul secure from fear, Since he so kind has been, Since he has kept my eyes from tears, My sliding feet from sin. Tis he who keeps me living still, & when sore vext I cryd; Since mankind is as weak as ill, In him I must confide. How shall I then the God reward Who did my all bestow? To pray, & thank, & praise thee Lord, Is all that I can do. In publick will I pay my vows, & tell thy mercy's ore, Tell how our lives are precious to thee, whom we adore. Behold me Lord, for I am thine, My parents so have been; Behold me Lord, for thou art mine, By thee I'me freed from sin. Then all shall hear my ready tongue, Extoll thy name on high, That all by my example won, May praise as well as I.