|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 sin’s relentless tide,
Destined to hell’s captivity.
|3||Had not my Saviour loved so well,
My just deserts would o’er 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 Satan’s grasp
Bursts forth to freedom, mounts and sings.
|5||I’ll sing the Lord my Saviour’s praise,
Maker of all below, above;
Here and in Heaven my voice I’ll raise,
To speak His saving power and love.
|John Ryland, 1753-1825|