1 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.
2 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.
3 I said, when I had plenty, that I should not be moved.
nd 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?"
4 "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 b silent, and thank You, Lord, always.