Exaltabo te, Domine. Psal. xxx.
ALl laud and praise with heart and voice,
O Lord, I give to thee,
Which didst not make my foes rejoyce,
but hast exalted me.
[verse 2] O Lord my God, to thee I cri'd
in all my pain and grief:
Thou gay'st an ear, and didst provide
to ease me with relief.
[verse 3] Of thy good will thou hast call'd back
my soul from hell to save:
Thou didst revive when strength did lack,
and kept'st me from the grave.
[verse 4] Sing praise, ye saints, that prove and see
the goodness of the Lord:
In memory of his majestie
rejoyce with one accord.
[verse 5] For why? his anger but a space
doth last, and slack again:
But in his favour and his grace
always doth life remain.
Though gripes of grief and pangs full sore
shall lodge with us all night,
The Lord to joy shall us restore
before the day be light.
[verse 6] When I enjoy'd the world at will,
thus would I boast and say,
Tush, I am sure to feel none ill,
this wealth shall not decay.
[verse 7] For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace
hadst sent me strength and aid:
But when thou turn'dst away thy face,
my minde was sore dismaid.
[verse 8] Wherefore again yet did I cry
to thee, O Lord of might:
My God with plaints I did apply,
and pray'd both day and night.
[verse 9] What gain is in my bloud, said I,
if death destroy my days?
Doth dust declare thy majesty,
or yet thy truth doth praise?
[verse 10] Wherefore my God some pity take,
O Lord, I thee desire:
Do not this simple soul forsake
of help, I thee require.
[verse 11] Then didst thou turn my grief and wo
into a cheerful voice:
The mourning-weed thou took'st me fro,
and mad'st me to rejoyce.
[verse 12] Wherefore my soul uncessantly
shall sing unto thy praise:
My Lord my God, to thee will I
give laud and thanks always.