124Psalm 124LM
HAD not the Lord, my heart may cry,
   Had not the Lord been on my side;
Had He not brought deliverance nigh,
    Then must my helpless soul have died.
2  Had not the Lord been on my side,
    I to this day enslaved would be,
Swallowed by sinís relentless tide,
    Destined to hellís captivity.
3  Had not my Saviour loved so well,
    My just deserts would oíer me roll;
Soon floods of wrath and depths of hell,
    Would overwhelm my anguished soul.
4  As from the snare with broken hasp,
    The bird escapes on eager wings,
The soul set free from Satanís grasp
    Bursts forth to freedom, mounts and sings.
5  Iíll sing the Lord my Saviourís praise,
    Maker of all below, above;
Here and in Heaven my voice Iíll raise,
    To speak His saving power and love.
John Ryland, 1753-1825á