HAD not the Lord, my heart may cry,

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.

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.

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.

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.