I love you, Lord, you heard my voice, you know my needs in all I do; when snares of death my life would take, in you I trust, I call on you. O what can I to good return for all the bounty from your store? Seen with your grace, my highest price is naught, what can I give you more? I lift salvation's cup from which you had me drink to seal my vow; and in the sight of all around, I honor my commitment now. The recompense for what is mine is to exalt your name always; my heart with thanks should ne'er run dry, nor tongue refuse to sing your praise.