1. O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise,
Who me above my Foes did'st raise;
And their insulting Joy restrain.
2. O Lord, my God, in my Distress;
My Pray'r to Thee I did address;
And thou hast heal'd my Grief, and Pain.

3. Thou, Lord, did'st from the Grave revive,
And keep my fainting Soul alive;
Lest to the Pit I should go down.
4. O ye his Saints, sing to the Lord
With thankfull Hearts; while ye record
The Truth, and Goodness, he has shown.

5. He Anger but a Moment keeps,
His Favour's Life; if Ev'ning weeps,
The rising Sun returns with Joy.
6. When with Success I prospered,
My foolish Heart grew vain, and said,
"No Change shall e'er my State annoy.

7. But, Lord, I was convinc'd e'er long,
Thy Favour made my Mountain strong;
Thou hid'st thy Face, and Comforts dy'd.
8. Then, Lord, I humbly Thee address'd,
My Pride, and Folly, I confess'd;
And thus with Supplication cry'd.

9. What profit is there in my Blood,
If to the Grave descend I shou'd?
Can there my Mouth thy Praises Sing?
Or can my Dust thy Truth declare?
30. Have Mercy on me, Lord, and hear,
And timely Succours to me bring.

11. Then, to a Dance, my Mourning, hast
Thou turn'd, and off my Sackcloth cast;
And round with Gladness girded me;
12. To th' End, my Tongue may sing thy Praise,
And not be silent; all my Days,
My God, I will give Thanks to Thee.