From what Thou hast delivered me, O Lord,
I find no language to express,
But well I know, both from Thy faithful Word,
And my soul's torturing distress. I'll bless
Thee through eternity, And praise in joyful ministry,
My Saviour, who wrought out for me
Deliverance so perfectly.

And still Thou dost deliver me each day,
In ways I cannot comprehend,
Nor why, except it is Thy gracious way,
And will be to the very end.
I know Thy love, but do not know
Just why Thou'rt pleased to love me so,
I thank Thee daily for such grace;
What joy 'twill be to see Thy face.

And still Thou wilt deliver me, I'm sure,
No matter who mine enemy may be.
Not in my way perhaps, but in Thine own,
The way that has been always best for me.
Thy hand hath led me faithfully,
I trust it, Lord, implicitly;
There is no other I could trust,
None else so kind, and yet so just.

Helen McDowell