O Lord, by Thee de­li­vered,
I Thee with songs ex­tol;
My foes Thou hast not suf­fered
To glo­ry o’er my fall.
O Lord, my God, I sought Thee,
And Thou didst heal and save;
Thou, Lord, from death didst ran­som
And keep me from the grave.

His holy name re­mem­ber,
Ye saints, Je­ho­vah praise;
His an­ger lasts a moment,
His fa­vor all our days;
For sor­row, like a pil­grim,
May tar­ry for a night,
But joy the heart will glad­den
When dawns the morn­ing light.

In pros­per­ous days I boast­ed,
Unmoved I shall re­main;
For Lord, by Thy good fa­vor,
My cause Thou didst main­tain;
I soon was sore­ly trou­bled,
For Thou didst hide Thy face;
I cried to Thee, Je­ho­vah,
I sought Je­ho­vah’s grace.

What pro­fit if I per­ish,
If life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust re­peat Thy prais­es,
Shall it Thy truth de­clare?
O Lord, on me have mer­cy,
And my pe­ti­tion hear;
That Thou mayst be my help­er,
In mer­cy, Lord, ap­pear.

My grief is turned to glad­ness,
To Thee my thanks I raise;
Who hast re­moved my sor­row
And gird­ed me with praise;
And now, no long­er si­lent,
My heart Thy praise will sing;
O Lord, my God, for­ev­er
My thanks to Thee I bring.