The Book of Psalms in English Metre | ||
Psalm XXX.
1
I will extol thy name, O Lord,For thou hast helped me:
And hast not made my foes rejoyce,
At my calamity.
2
My troubled soul hath cry'd to thee,And thou hast healed it:
Thou hast restor'd me from the grave,
And kept me from the pit.
3
Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his,Advance his glorious name:
O think upon his holiness,
And praise him for the same.
4
His wrath he but a moment keeps,His love till life doth end:
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A joyful morn will send.
5
In height of my prosperity,Lord I was too secure:
I said my mountain is so strong,
It ever shall endure.
6
But when thy face was hid from me,How troubled then was I!
I then besought the Lord again,
And thus to him did cry.
7
What profit is there in my blood?Can dust thy works relate?
Can it declare thy faithfulness,
And mercy celebrate?
8
Have mercy then, and help me, Lord;'Tis done as I did say:
My mourning is to dancing turn'd,
My sackcloth into joy.
9
And now my tongue shall sing thy praise,And never silent be:
But render thanks, O Lord my God,
To all eternity.
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