Common Tune

Hymn · Psalm 30

Lord, I Will Thee Extol, for Thou

ST. AGNES · C.M. · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650 · music John Bacchus Dykes

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Lord, I Will Thee Extol, for Thou to fa from tress me sing vour the the to on in lift res life his un cued dis ed in praise grave; lies: Lord; thee, high, my a that who will thou the ex and but mo are soul art thee O 3. O 2. O 1. Lord, 4. ye Lord, thou I 5. For wrath; ones, up, God, thou his ly brought my for his I hast lasts ho hast Lord tol, ment e ed re joy rise. cord. save. me. my. me a ness not morn ho live thou didst heal en doth li thou hast mine me lift pit to for may un to cries ver a him should ed thou ing give I loud o Weep And That With And dure, ye down, voice, joice at his a and mad'st night thanks, not up to en when go re my 6. In my prosperity I said, that nothing shall me move. O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love: 7. But when that thou, O gracious God, didst hide thy face from me, Then quickly was my prosp'rous state turned into misery. 8. Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I caused to ascend: My humble supplication I 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? 10. Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord: Thou turned hast my sadness To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loosed, and girded me with gladness; 11. That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee. Scottish Psalter, 1650 ST. AGNES C.M. John Bacchus Dykes, 1875

1.Lord, I will thee extol, for thou
hast lifted me on high,
And over me thou to rejoice
mad'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 rescued 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 ye
his 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.
O Lord, thou hast my mountain made
to stand strong by thy love:

7.But when that thou, O gracious God,
didst hide thy face from me,
Then quickly was my prosp'rous state
turned into misery.

8.Wherefore unto the Lord my cry
I caused to ascend:
My humble supplication
I 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?

10.Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord:
Thou turned hast my sadness
To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loosed,
and girded me with gladness;

11.That sing thy praise my glory may,
and never silent be.
O Lord my God, for evermore
I will give thanks to thee.

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