- All laud and praise with heart and voice,
- O Lord I give to thee:
- which didst not make my foes rejoice,
- but hast exalted me.
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- 2 O Lord my God to thee I cried,
- in all my pain and grief,
- Thou gavest an ear and didst provide
- to ease me with relief.
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- 3 Of thy good will thou hast called back
- my soul, from hell to save:
- Thou didst revive when strength did lack,
- and keep’st me from the grave.
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- 4 Sing praise ye Saints that prove and see
- the goodness of the Lord,
- In memory of his majesty,
- rejoice with one accord.
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- 5 For why? his anger but a space
- doth last and slack again:
- But in his favor and his grace,
- always doth life remain.
- Though gripes of grief and pangs full sore
- shall lodge with us all night,
- The Lord, to joy shall us restore,
- before the day be light.
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- 6 When I enjoyed this world at will,
- thus would I boast and say:
- Tush, I am sure to feel none ill,
- this wealth shall not decay.
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- 7 For thou, O Lord, of thy good grace,
- hast sent me strength and aid:
- But when thou turn’dst away thy face,
- my mind was sore dismayed.
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- 8 Wherefore again yet did I cry,
- to thee, O Lord of might:
- My God with ‘plaints I did apply,
- and prayed both day and night.
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- 9 What gain is in my blood said I,
- if death destroy my days?
- Doth dust declare thy majesty?
- or yet thy truth doth praise?
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- 10 Wherefore my God some pity take,
- O Lord I thee desire:
- Do not this simple soul forsake,
- of help I thee require.
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- 11 Then didst thou turn my grief and woe
- into a cheerful voice:
- The mourning weed thou tookst me fro,
- and made’st me to rejoice.
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- 12 Wherefore my soul incessantly,
- shall sing unto thy praise.
- My Lord my God, to thee will I,
- give laud and thanks always.
