Psalm 30

LOrd I'l extoll thee with my voice,
For I'm advanc'd by thee:
Thou hast not made my foes rejoice,
Nor triumph over mee.
To thee my God complain'd I have,
Thou Lord hast made me whole:
And from the all-devouring grave,
Brought back my gasping •oul.
That I to pit should not go down,
Thou sav'dst my life, O Lord:
Sing, ô ye Saints, the Lords renown,
His holiness record.
His anger in a moment's past,
Life from his favour springs:
Tho weeping for a night may last,
The morning comfort brings.
In my prosperitie I said,
I shall not moved be:
So strongly was my mountain laid,
And favour'd so by thee.
Thou didst thy face obscure and hide,
And trouble did invade:
Then LORD to thee, to thee I cri'd,
And supplication made.
What profit is there in my bloud,
When I to pit go down?
Shall from the dust thy praises bud,
Shall dust thy truth renown?
LORD I beseech thee hear me now
In that which I have pray'd:
Have mercy on me, and be thou
My all-sufficient ayd.
To joyfull dancing thou hast turn'd
My sorrows dolefull noise:
My sackcloth loos'd, wherein I mourn'd,
And girt me round with joys.
To th' end my tongue may sing thy praise,
And never silent be:
O Lord my God, through all my dayes
Will I give thanks to thee.