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Psalm 30 - 1st Version
ST. FULBERT | Same-Tune Hymns | Bible Passage
Henry John Gauntlett, 1805-1876
1 LORD, I will thee extol, for thou
Hast lifted me on high,
And over me thou to rejoice
Madest not mine enemy.
2 O thou who art the Lord my God,
I in distress to thee
With loud cries lifted up my voice,
And thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up
And rescued from the grave;
That I to death should not go down,
Alive thou didst me save.
4 O ye that are his holy ones,
Sing praise unto the Lord;
And unto him give thanks, when ye
His holiness record.
5 For but a moment lasts his wrath;
Life in his favour lies:
Weeping may for a night endure,
At morn doth joy arise.
6 In my prosperity I said
That nothing shall me move:
7 O Lord, thou hast my mountain made
To stand strong by thy love.
Thou didst thy face hide; then was I
Sore troubled and dismayed:
8 I cried to thee, O Lord, to thee
I supplication made:
9 What profit is there in my blood,
When I to death go down?
Shall dust give praises unto thee?
Shall it thy truth make known?
10 Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord;
11 Thou didst from sackcloth free;
My grief to dancing thou hast turned,
With gladness girded me;
12 That sing thy praise my glory may,
And never silent be.
O Lord my God, for evermore
I will give thanks to thee.
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1 ¬∂ I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 ¬∂ And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.