A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. 8,6,8,6 ^1Lord, I will thee extol, for thou hast lifted me on high, And over me thou to rejoice mad'st not mine enemy. ^2O thou who art the Lord my God, I in distress to thee, With loud cries lifted up my voice, and thou hast healed me. ^3O 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. ^4O ye that are his holy ones, sing praise unto the Lord; And give unto him thanks, when ye his holiness record. ^5For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise. ^6In my prosperity I said, that nothing shall me move. ^7O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love: But when that thou, O gracious God, didst hide thy face from me, Then quickly was my prosp'rous state turn'd into misery. ^8Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I caused to ascend: My humble supplication I to the Lord did send. ^9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it? ^10Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord: ^11Thou turned hast my sadness To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos'd, and girded me with gladness; ^12That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee. |