My spir-it sinks with-in me, Lord,
But I will call Thy Name to mind,
And times of past dis-tress re-cord,
When I have found my God was kind.
Huge trou-bles, with tu-mul-tuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy wat-er-spouts drown all my joys,
And ris-ing waves roll o'er my head.
Yet will the Lord com-mand His love,
When I ad-dress His throne by day,
Nor in the night His grace re-move;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
I'll cast my-self be-fore His feet,
And say, My God, my heaven-ly Rock,
Why doth Thy love so long for-get
The soul that groans be-neath Thy stroke?
I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,
Why should my soul in-dulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord and praise Him too,
He is my rest, my sure re-lief.
Thy light and truth shall guide me still,
Thy Word shall my best thoughts em-ploy,
And lead me to Thine heaven-ly hill,
My God, my most ex-ceed-ing joy.
*Music: Composed 2001 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.