In My Distress I Sought The Lord When Naught On Earth Could Comfort Give, And When My Soul These Things Abhorred, Then, Lord, Thou Said'St Unto Me, "Live." Thou Knowest The Sorrows That I Felt; My Plaints And Groans Were Heard Of Thee, And How In Sweat I Seemed To Melt Thou Help'St And Thou Regardest Me. My Wasted Flesh Thou Didst Restore, My Feeble Loins Didst Gird With Strength, Yea, When I Was Most Low And Poor, I Said I Shall Praise Thee At Length. What Shall I Render To My God For All His Bounty Showed To Me? Even For His Mercies In His Rod, Where Pity Most Of All I See. My Heart I Wholly Give To Thee; O Make It Fruitful, Faithful Lord. My Life Shall Dedicated Be To Praise In Thought, In Deed, In Word. Thou Know'St No Life I Did Require Longer Than Still Thy Name To Praise, Nor Ought On Earth Worthy Desire, In Drawing Out These Wretched Days. Thy Name And Praise To Celebrate, O Lord, For Aye Is My Request. O Grant I Do It In This State, And Then With Thee, Which Is The Best.