Tune: WEBB

Words: David P. Regier

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O Lord, I will exalt You,
For You have lifted me;
And You have stopped my foes from
Rejoicing over me.
O Lord, my God, I cried out,
From deep within the grave.
And You, O Lord, restored me;
My life, O God, You saved.

Let all His saints sing praises;
Give thanks unto His name.
His anger for a moment;
His favor for all time.
Though weeping in our sorrow
Endures through all the night,
The sound of our rejoicing
Shall come with morning's light.

I said, when I had plenty,
That I should not be moved.
And when my feet were planted,
The Lord His favor proved.
But when Your face was hidden,
I cried out in distress,
"How can in death I praise and
Declare Your faithfulness?"

"O hear me, and be gracious;
O Lord, my help and strength!"
You heard, and turned my mourning
To dancing once again.
You took all my contrition,
And clothed my soul with praise,
That I may not be silent,
And thank You, Lord, always.