O LORD, I Will Extol You

Verse 1

O LORD, I will extol you, for you have lifted me; my foes you kept from boasting and gloating over me. O LORD, my God, I pleaded that you might heal and save; you brought my soul from Sheol, restored me from the grave.

Verse 2

His holy name remember; you saints, the LORD now praise; his anger lasts a moment, his favor all our days; for though the tears of weeping may tarry for a night, there comes a shout of gladness when dawns the morming light.

Verse 3

In prosp'rous days I boasted, "Unmoved I shall remain," for LORD, by your good favor my mountain you maintained. But when your face was hidden, my heart was terrified. To you, O LORD, I pleaded; for mercy, Lord, I cried.

Verse 4

What profit if I perish, if I descend to death? Shall dust proclaim your praises or speak your faithfulness? O LORD, on me have mercy, and my petition hear; that you may be my helper, in mercy, LORD, appear.

Verse 5

You turned my grief to dancing, from sackcloth set me free. You clothed me 'round with gladness; I shall not silent be. My soul will sing your praises, your name will I adore; O LORD, my God, I thank you, both now and evermore!