My Spirit Sinks Within Me, Lord

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.