1 O THOU, who, when I did complain, Didst all my griefs remove; O Saviour, do not now disdain My humble praise and love. 2 Since Thou a pitying ear didst give And hear me when I pray’d, I’ll call upon Thee while I live, And never doubt Thy aid. 3 Pale Death with all his ghastly train My soul encompass’d round; Anguish and sin, and dread and pain On every side I found. 4 To Thee, O Lord of life, I pray’d, And did for succour flee: O, save (in my distress I said) The soul that trusts in Thee!