Classic Poem

PSALM XXX

Exaltabo te, Domine

1.

O lord, Thou hast exalted me,
And sav'd me from foes' laughing scorn;
I owe Thee prayse, I will prayse Thee.

2.

For when my heart with woes was torn,
In cryes to Thee I shewd my cause,
And was from evill by Thee vpborn;

3.

Yea, from the graue's most hungry jawes
Thou would'st not set me on their score,
Whom death to his cold bosom drawes.

4.

Prayse, prayse this Lord then evermore,
Ye saints of His, remembring still
With thanks His holyness therfore.

5.

For quickly ends His wrathfull will,
But His deare favour, where it lyes,
From age to age life joyes doth fill.

6.

Well may the evening cloath the eyes
In clouds of teares; but soon as sun
Doth rise again, new joyes shall rise.

7.

For proof, while I my race did run,
Full of successe, fond I did say
That I should never be undone;

8.

For then my hill, good God, did stay;
But O, He strait His face did hide,
And what was I but wretched clay?

9.

Then thus to Thee I praying cry'd,
What serues, alas, the blood of me,
When I within the pitt do bide?

10.

Shall ever earth giue thanks to Thee?
Or shall Thy truth on mankind layd
In deadly dust declared be?

11.

Lord, heare; let mercy Thine be stay'd
On me, from me help this annoy.
Thus much I said; this being said,

12.

Lo, I that waild now daunce for joy;
Thou didst ungird my dolefull sack,
And madest me gladsom weeds enjoy.

13.

Therfore my tongue shall never lack
Thy endless prayse: O God, my King,
I will Thee thanks for ever sing.