Lord, I will thee extol; For thou hast set me free

Verse 1

Lord, I will thee extol; for thou hast set me free, and over me to rule madest not mine enemy. To thee, O Lord my God, I cried; and thou hast health and strength supplied.

Verse 2

Thou hast my soul restored, when I was near the grave; and from the pit, O Lord, alive thou didst me save. O ye his saints, sing to the Lord; with thanks his holiness record.

Verse 3

Soon in his anger past; life in his favour lies: tears for a night may last, at morn shall joy arise. I said in my prosperity, I surely ever moved shall be.

Verse 4

My mountain, by thy grace, thou madest to stand in power; thou didst withdraw thy face, and I was troubled sore. To thee, O Lord, with cries I prayed; I to the Lord petition made.

Verse 5

What shall my blood avail, when I to grave go down? Shall dust thy praises tell; Shall it thy truth make known? Hear me, O Lord, and mercy send, thy help to me, O Lord, extend.

Verse 6

My mourning thou at last hast into dancing turned; and thou for sackcloth hast with gladness me adorned; that sing to thee my glory may Lord, thee my God I'll praise for aye.