Psalm 30

Charles H. Spurgeon

2 My sins had brought me near the grave,
The grave of black despair;
I look'd, but there was none to save
Till I look'd up in prayer.

3 In answer to my piteous cries,
From hell's dark brink I'm brought:
My Jesus saw me from the skies,
And swift salvation wrought.

4 All through the night I wept full sore,
But morning brought relief;
That hand, which broke my bones before,
Then broke my bonds of grief.

5 My mourning He to dancing turns,
For sackcloth joy He gives,
A moment, Lord, Thine anger burns,
But long Thy favour lives.

6 Sing with me then, ye favoured men,
Who long have known His grace;
With thanks recall the seasons when
Ye also sought His face.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.