O Lord, by Thee Delivered

Verse 1

O Lord, by grace delivered, I now with songs extol; my foes you have not suffered to glory o'er my fall. O Lord, my God, I sought you, and you did heal and save; you, Lord, from death did ransom and keep me from the grave.

Verse 2

His holy name remember; you 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.

Verse 3

In prosp'rous days I boasted; unmoved I shall remain; for, Lord, by your good favor my cause you did maintain; I soon was sorely troubled, for you did hide your face; I cried to you, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah's grace.

Verse 4

What profit if I perish, if life you do not spare? Shall dust repeat your praises, shall it your truth declare? O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; that you may be my helper, in mercy, Lord, appear.

Verse 5

My grief is turned to gladness, to you my thanks I raise, who have removed my sorrow and girded me with praise; and now, no longer silent, my heart your praise will sing; O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to you I bring.