Psalm 30

Abraham Coles

2 O Lord, my God, I Thee besought,
3 And Thou hast healed me: Thou hast brought
Up from the underworld my soul —
Saved from the grave and made me whole.

4 Sing to Jehovah, sound the fame
Of His memorial Holy Name!
5 While that His anger is most brief,
A sharp but momentary grief.

His favor is a life time; pain
And weeping may perchance remain
O'er night, but when the morning breaks,
The sleeping joy to praise awakes.

6 But foolishly, by pride misled,
"I never shall be moved," I said —
7 "Thy favor, Lord, continued long,
Has made my mountain to stand strong."

When Thou Thy loving Face didst hide,
8 Then was I troubled, and I cried
9 To Thee, O Lord! and said: "What good
Or profit is there in my blood?

"When I go down into the pit,
Shall the dust praise Thee? or shall it
10 Declare Thy truth? — Jehovah, hear.
Pity and help, in love draw near!"

11 Thou hast (my penitence discerned)
My mourning into dancing turned;
My sackcloth loosed; and girded me
12 With joy — that I may sing to Thee.