I'll thee extol, O Lord, on high

Verse 1

I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high. Who raised me, when distressed; Who checked my foes insulting joy, And all their hopes suppressed.

Verse 2

O Lord, my God, I cried to thee; And thou didst heal, and save.

Verse 3

Thou from the pit my soul hast freed And kept me from the grave.

Verse 4

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints, Your grateful thanks express; While you, with me, commemorate His rest'ral holiness.

Verse 5

His anger but a moment lasts, Life from his favor springs; If night be filled with grief and tears, With joy the morning sings.

Verse 6

Flushed with success, I fondly said, "I shall unmoved abide."

Verse 7

Thy favor, Lord, confirmed my state, Thou hid'st, and comforts died.

Verse 8

Then, Lord, to thee I cried; to thee My earnest suit I made.

Verse 9

"What profit is there in my blood, When in the grave I'm laid? "Shall there my dust thy praise proclaim? Or glorious truths declare?"

Verse 10

Hear, Lord, and on me mercy have, And for my help appear.

Verse 11

Thou heard'st; and to o'erflowing joy, My former mourning turned; With gladness thou hast girt me round, Who late in sackcloth mourned.

Verse 12

To this intent, my tongue may sing Incessantly thy praise; O Lord, my God, my thanks to thee I'll render all my days.