Psalm XXX

All thankful praise with heart and voice,
O [gracious] Lord I give to thee,
Who hast not made my foes rejoyce,
But hast [sav'd and] exalted me.

O Lord my God, to thee I cry'd
In all my pain [my fears] and grief;
Thou soon didst hear and help provide,
And heal me with [speedy] relief.

Lord, thy great mercy did bring up
My soul from death [and hell] to save;
Till now thou hast kept me alive
From an untimely [feared] grave.

O ye that are his holy ones,
Sing [joyful] praises to the Lord;
In memory of his holiness,
Give thanks [to him] with one accord.

There's but a moment in his wrath:
[Endless] life in his favour lies:
Though weeping be our evening's work,
Joy [with us] in the morn shall rise.

In health and sweet prosperity
My [careless] heart affected was,
As if I never should be mov'd,
And see what [after] came to pass.

For thy great savour, Lord, did seem
To make my [present] state secure;
My mountain of prosperity
Did seem so [setled] strong and sure.
But when (offended by my sin)
Thou hid'st from me thy [pleased] face,
My painful flesh and troubled soul
Did [quickly] feel a changed case.

Then did I cry to thee, O Lord,
When [pain and] danger bid me pray;
I poured out before the Lord
My [earnest] suit both night and day.

I said, what gain is in my blood,
If to the [feared] grave I go:
Doth silent dust there speak thy praise?
Doth it thy [truth and] mercy show?

Hear, gracious Lord, a sinner's cries,
Who doth thy [needful] mercy crave;
Lord help me in this deep distress,
And from this [feared] danger save.

Then didst thou turn my grief and moans
Into a pleasant [thankful] voice:
My mourning garments thou took'st off,
And taught'st me to [sing and] rejoyce.

That so my tongue may sing thy praise,
And never [henceforth] silent be.
O Lord my God, for evermore
I will give thanks [and praise] to thee.

The Old Metre lengthened.

All laud and praise with heart and voice,
O Lord [my God] I give to thee;
Who didst not make my foes rejoyce,
But hast [sav'd and] exalted me.

O Lord my God, to thee I cry'd
In all my [woful] pain and grief;
Thou gav'st an ear, and didst provide
To ease me with [timely] relief.

Of thy good will thou hast call'd back
My soul from [death and] hell to save;
Thou didst revive when strength did lack,
And sav'dst me from the [feared] grave.

Sing praise, ye Saints, who prove and see
The [love and] goodness of the Lord;
In memory of his Majesty
[Sing and] rejoyce with one accord.

For why, his anger but a space
Doth last, and [quickly] slack again:
But in his favour and his grace
Always doth [blessed] life remain.

Though gripes, and grief, and pangs full sore
Shall lodge with us all [the dark] night;
The Lord to joy shall us restore
[Betimes] before the day be light.

When I enjoy'd the Word at will,
Thus [vainly] would I boast and say,
Tush, I am sure to feel no ill,
This [health and] wealth shall not decay

For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace,
Hadst sent me [present] strength and aid;
But when thou turn'dst away thy face,
My [troubled] mind was sore dismaid.

Wherefore again yet did I cry
To thee O [gracious] Lord of might,
My God with plaints I did apply,
And pray'd [to him] both day and night.
What gain is in my blood, said I,
If [hasty] death destroy my days?
Doth dust declare thy Majesty,
Or yet thy [grace and] truth doth praise?

Wherefore, my God, some pity take,
O Lord, I [humbly] thee desire;
Do not this simple soul forsake,
[My God] of help I thee require.

Then didst thou turn my grief and woe
Into a [glad and] chearful voice;
The mournful weeds thou took'st me fro,
And mad'st me to [sing and] rejoyce.

Wherefore my soul uncessantly
Shall sing unto thy [holy] praise:
My Lord, my God, to thee will I
Give laud and [joyful] thanks always.