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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.


Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P30b