* 1 THE Lord who saved me by His grace, Who ransom’d the oppress’d, My great redeeming Lord I praise, And in His love I rest. Since He a pitying ear did give, And heard me when I pray’d, I’ll call upon Him while I live, And never doubt His aid. 2 Pale death, with all his ghastly train, My soul encompass’d round, Sorrow, and sin, and doubt, and pain On every side I found. The torments of the damn’d I felt, The pangs and agonies, The gnawings of despairing guilt, The worm that never dies.