1 O LORD, I will exalt you,
for you have lifted me;
and you have stopped my foes from
rejoicing over me.
2 O LORD, my God, I cried out,
3 from deep within the grave.
And you, O LORD, restored me;
my life, O God, you saved.
4 Let all his saints sing praises;
give thanks unto his name.
5 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.
6 I said, when I had plenty,
that I should not be moved.
7 And when my feet were planted,
the LORD his favor proved.
But when your face was hidden,
8 I cried out in distress,
9 “How can in death I praise and
declare your faithfulness?”
10 “O hear me, and be gracious;
O LORD, my help and strength!”
11 You heard, and turned my mourning
to dancing once again.
You took all my contrition,
and clothed my soul with praise,
12 that I may not be silent,
and thank you, LORD, always.
– David P. Regier
Oremus 