O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol;
My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o�er my fall.
O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and
Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the
His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks
His anger lasts a moment, His favor all our days;
For sorrow, like a pilgrim, may tarry for a night,
But joy the heart will gladden when dawns the morning
In prosperous days I boasted, �Unmoved I shall
For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain;
I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy
I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah�s grace.
What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth
O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear;
That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear.
My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I
Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise;
And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will
O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.