Psalm 30

Words: Brady and  Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David


   1  I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord,
         who didst thy pow'r employ
      To raise my drooping head, and check 
         my foes insulting joy.

 2,3  In my distress, I cried to thee,
         who kindly didst relieve,
      And from the grave's expecting jaws
         my hopeless life retrieve.

   4  Thus to his courts, ye saints of his,
         with songs of praise repair;
      With me commemorate his truth,
         and providential care.

   5  His wrath has but a moment's reign,
         his favor no decay;
      Your night of grief is recompensed
         with joy's returning day.

   6  But I in prosp'rous days presumed;
         no sudden change I feared,
      Whilst in my sunshine of success
         no low'ring cloud appeared.

   7  But soon I found thy favor, Lord,
         my empire's only trust;
      For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw
         my honor laid in dust.

   8  Then, as I vainly had presumed,
         my error I confessed;
      And thus, with supplicating voice,
         thy mercy's throne addressed:

   9  "What profit is there in my blood,
         congealed by death's cold night?
      Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
         thy wondrous truth recite?"

  10  "Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear:
         thy wonted aid extend;
      Do thou send help, on whom alone
         I can for help depend." 

  11  'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene 
         to songs and dances turned;
      Invested me with robes of state,
         who late in sackcloth mourned.

  12  Exalted thus, I'll gladly: sing
         thy praise in grateful verse;
      And, as thy favors endless are,
         Thy endless praise rehearse.

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