O Lord, I'll thee extol with praise

1. O Lord, I'll thee extol with praise,
Who me above my foes didst raise;
And their insulting joy restrain.
2. O Lord, my God, in my distress;
My prayer to thee I did address;
And thou hast healed my grief, and pain.

3. Thou, Lord, didst from the grave revive
And keep my fainting soul alive;
Lest to the pit I should go down.
4. O ye his saints, sing to the Lord
With thankful hearts; while ye record
The truth, and goodness, he has shown.

5. He anger but a moment keeps,
His favor's life; if evening weeps,
The rising sun returns with joy.
6. When with success I prospered,
My foolish heart grew vain, and said,
"No change shall e'er my state annoy."

7. But, Lord, I was convinced e'er long,
Thy favor made my mountain strong;
Thou hid'st thy face, and comforts died.
8. Then, Lord, I humbly thee addressed,
My pride, and folly, I confessed;
And thus with supplication cried.

9. What profit is there in my blood,
If to the grave descend I should?
Can there my mouth thy praises sing?
Or can my dust thy truth declare?
30. Have mercy on me, Lord, and hear,
And timely succors to me bring.

11. Then, to a dance, my mourning, hast
Thou turned, and off my sackcloth cast;
And round with gladness girded me;
12. To the end, my tongue may sing thy praise,
And not be silent; all my days,
My God, I will give thanks to thee.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752