1 Come sing to God, O living saints,
Sing praises to God's name.
God's anger is not permanent,
God's love will never wane.
Though tears may tarry for the night
With sighs of deepest pain,
Yet joy comes with the morning sun,
A peace that is not vain.
2 In my success I felt secure.
How good You've been to me.
I said that this is my own work,
Ascribing all to me.
But when You turned aside Your face,
My life was filled with fears.
I begged for help, to You I cried
With loud and bitter tears.
3 What good is gained by my disgrace
What profit in defeat?
My grave cannot confess Your name,
Nor praise for You repeat.
Now hear, O Lord, my plaintive cry;
Be merciful to me.
Accept my longing heart's request
And from death set me free.
4 You change my grief to joy-filled dance,
My sorrows You destroy.
In faithfulness You hear my cry
And fill my life with joy.
And so to You my heart shall sing,
My voice Your goodness raise.
You are my God, forevermore,
My life shall sing Your praise.