When I felt secure, I said, Psalm 30:6
I will never be shaken.
Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presumed ’twould ne’er be night;
Fondly I said within my heart,
Pleasure and peace shall ne’er depart.
But I forgot Thine arm was strong
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as Thy face began to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts died.
I cried aloud to Thee, my God,
“What canst Thou profit by my blood?
Deep in the dust can I declare
Thy truth, or sing Thy goodness there?
Hear me, O God of grace, I said,
And bring me from among the dead:
Thy Word rebuked the pains I felt,
Thy pardoning love removed my guilt.
My groans, and tears, and forms of woe
Are turned to joy and praises now;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.
My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne’er be silent of Thy name;
Thy praise shall sound through earth and Heav’n,
For sickness healed and sins forgiv’n.