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I'll thee extol, O Lord, on high

I'll thee extol, O Lord, on high

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

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1. I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high.
Who raised me, when distressed;
Who checked my foes insulting joy,
And all their hopes suppressed.
2. O Lord, my God, I cried to thee;
And thou didst heal, and save.
3. Thou from the pit my soul hast freed
And kept me from the grave.

4. Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints,
Your grateful thanks express;
While you, with me, commemorate
His rest'ral holiness.
5. His anger but a moment lasts,
Life from his favor springs;
If night be filled with grief and tears,
With joy the morning sings.

6. Flushed with success, I fondly said,
"I shall unmoved abide."
7. Thy favor, Lord, confirmed my state,
Thou hid'st, and comforts died.
8. Then, Lord, to thee I cried; to thee
My earnest suit I made.
9. "What profit is there in my blood,
When in the grave I'm laid?

"Shall there my dust thy praise proclaim?
Or glorious truths declare?"
10. Hear, Lord, and on me mercy have,
And for my help appear.
11. Thou heard'st; and to o'erflowing joy,
My former mourning turned;
With gladness thou hast girt me round,
Who late in sackcloth mourned.

12. To this intent, my tongue may sing
Incessantly thy praise;
O Lord, my God, my thanks to thee
I'll render all my days.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: I'll thee extol, O Lord, on high
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English