1 Lord, I will thee extol, for thouhast lifted me on high,And over me thou to rejoicemad'st not mine enemy.
2 O thou who art the Lord my God,I in distress to thee,With loud cries lifted up my voice,and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up,and rescu'd from the grave;That I to pit should not go down,alive thou didst me save.
4 O ye that are his holy ones,sing praise unto the Lord;And give unto him thanks, when yehis holiness record.
5 For but a moment lasts his wrath;life in his favour lies:Weeping may for a night endure,at morn doth joy arise.
6 In my prosperity I said,that nothing shall me move.