1 All laud and praise with heart and voice
O Lord, I give to thee:
Which didst not make my foes rejoyce,
but hast exalted me.
2 O Lord my God, to thee I cri'd
in all my paine and griefe
Thou gav'st an eare, and didst provide
to ease me with reliefe.
3 Of thy good will thou hast cald back
my soule from hell to save:
Thou didst revie when strength did lack
and kepest me from the grave.
4 Sing praise ye Saints that prove and see
the goodnesse of the Lord:
In memory of his Majesty
rejoyce with one accord.
5 For why? his anger but a space
doth last and slack againe:
But in his favour and his grace
alwaies doth life remaine.
Though gripes and grief and pangs full sore
shall lodge with us all night:
The Lord to joy shall us restore
before the day be light.
6 When I enjoy'd the world at will,
thus would I boast and say:
Tush, I am sure to feele none ill,
this wealth shall not decay.
7 For thou O Lord of thy good grace
hadst sent me strength and aid;
But when thou turn'st away thy face,
my mind was sore dismaid,
8 Wherefore againe yet did I cry
to thee O Lord of might:
My God with plaints I did apply,
and pray'd both day and night.
9 What gaine is in my blood (said I)
if death destroy my daie?
Doth dust declare thy Majesty,
or yet thy truth doth praise?
10 Wherefore my God some pity take,
O Lord I thee desire:
Do not this simple soule forsake,
of help I thee require.
11 Then didst thou turn my grief & woe
into a cheerfull voice:
The mourning weed thou tolok'st me fro,
and mad'st me to rejoyce,
12 Wherefore my soule uncessantly
shall sing unto thy praise:
My Lord my God to thee will I
give laud and thanks alwais.
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