Psalms of David 30
30
PSALM XXX.
C. M.
1I’LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
Who didst thy pow’r employ
To raise my drooping head, and check
My foes’ insulting joy.
2-3In my distress I cried to thee,
Who kindly didst relieve,
And from the grave’s expecting jaws
My hopeless life retrieve.
4Thus to his courts, ye saints of his,
With songs of praise repair;
With me commemorate his truth,
And providential care.
5His wrath has but a moment’s reign,
His favour no decay;
Your night of grief is recompens’d
With joy’s returning day.
6But I in prosp’rous days presum’d;
No sudden change I fear’d,
Whilst in my sunshine of success
No low’ring cloud appear’d.
7But soon I found thy favour, Lord,
My empire’s only trust;
For when thou hid’st thy face, I saw
My honour laid in dust.
8Then, as I vainly had presum’d,
My error I confess’d;
And thus, with supplicating voice,
Thy mercy’s throne address’d:
9What profit is there in my blood,
Congeal’d by death’s cold night?
Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
Thy wondrous truth recite?
10Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear:
Thy wonted aid extend;
Do thou send help, on whom alone
I can for help depend.
11’Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene
To songs and dances turn’d;
Invested me with robes of state,
Who late in sackcloth mourn’d.
12Exalted thus, I’ll gladly sing
Thy praise in grateful verse;
And, as thy favours endless are,
Thy endless praise rehearse.
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Psalms of David 30: MP1696
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First published 1696, improved 1698.