I will extol Thee, O Lord; for Thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.@Psalm 30:1

Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­i­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 77.

Music: El­la­combe Ge­sang­buch der Herz­ogl. Wir­tem­berg­isch­en Ka­thol­isch­en Hof­ka­pe­lle (Würt­tem­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1784). Adapt­ed & har­mo­nized by Will­iam H. Monk in the 1868 ap­pendix to Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, num­ber 366 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William H. Monk
(1823–1889)

O Lord, by Thee delivered,
I Thee with songs extol;
My foes Thou hast not suffered
To glory o’er my fall.
O Lord, my God, I sought Thee,
And Thou didst heal and save;
Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom
And keep me from the grave.

His holy name remember,
Ye saints, Jehovah praise;
His anger lasts a moment,
His favor all our days;
For sorrow, like a pilgrim,
May tarry for a night,
But joy the heart will gladden
When dawns the morning light.

In prosperous days I boasted,
Unmoved I shall remain;
For Lord, by Thy good favor,
My cause Thou didst maintain;
I soon was sorely troubled,
For Thou didst hide Thy face;
I cried to Thee, Jehovah,
I sought Jehovah’s grace.

What profit if I perish,
If life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust repeat Thy praises,
Shall it Thy truth declare?
O Lord, on me have mercy,
And my petition hear;
That Thou mayst be my helper,
In mercy, Lord, appear.

My grief is turned to gladness,
To Thee my thanks I raise;
Who hast removed my sorrow
And girded me with praise;
And now, no longer silent,
My heart Thy praise will sing;
O Lord, my God, forever
My thanks to Thee I bring.