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.
7 O Lord, thou hast my mountain madeto stand strong by thy love:But when that thou,O gracious God,didst hide thy face from me,Then quickly was my prosp'rous stateturn'd into misery.
8 Wherefore unto the Lord my cryI caused to ascend:My humble supplicationI to the Lord did send.
9 What profit is there in my blood,when I go down to pit?Shall unto thee the dust give praise?thy truth declare shall it?