«He maketh me whole»

I was afright, and felt myself nowhere,

Unknowing that Thou wert ever near.

In time of direst need, Thou cam’st to me,

And spak’st: “I shall not forsake, nor leave thee be.”

When once again I struck the bottom low,

“’Tis enough,” I cried, “I can endure no more!”

Then ran I unto Thee, that I might stay,

In perfect love, and by Thy grace be fed alway.

And once again, I say unto my soul:

“He is the One, the Lord, Who doth make me whole