O Lord, by Thee Delivered (EN 772)

EN 772

O Lord, by Thee Delivered

Ps.30.1

O Lord, by Thee delivered, I Thee with songs extol;

My foes Thou hast not suffered to glory o’er my fall.

O Lord, my God, I sought Thee, and Thou didst heal and save;

Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom and keep me from the grave.

His holy Name remember, ye saints, give thanks and 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.

In prosperous days I boasted, “Unmoved I shall remain”;

For Lord, Thy good favor my cause didst maintain;

I soon was sorely troubled, for Thou didst hide Thy face;

I cried to Thee, Jehovah, I sought Jehovah’s grace.

What profit if I perish, if life Thou dost not spare?

Shall dust repeat Thy praises, shall it Thy truth declare?

O Lord, on me have mercy, and my petition hear;

That Thou mayst be my Helper, in mercy, Lord, appear.

My grief is turned to gladness, to Thee my thanks I raise;

Who hast removed my sorrow and girded me with praise;

And now, no longer silent, my heart Thy praise will sing;

O Lord, my God, forever my thanks to Thee I bring.