Yea , I will extol Thee,
Lord of life and light!
For thine arm upheld me,
Turn'd my foes to flight:
I implored thy succour,
Thou wert swift to save,
Heal my wounded spirit,
Bring me from the grave.

Sing, ye saints, sing praises!
Call his love to mind;
For a moment angry,
But for ever kind:
Grief may, like a stranger,
Through the night sojourn,
Yet shall joy to-morrow
With the sun return.

In my wealth I vaunted,
" Nought shall move me hence; "
Thou hadst made my mountain
Strong in thy defence:
— Then thy face was hidden,
Trouble laid me low,
" Lord, " I cried, most humbly,
" Why forsake me so?

" Would my blood appease Thee,
In atonement shed?
Can the dust give glory, —
Praise employ the dead?
Hear me, Lord! in mercy;
God, my helper, hear; "
— Long Thou didst not tarry,
Help and health were near.

Thou hast turn'd my mourning
Into minstrelsy,
Girded me with gladness,
Set from thraldom free:
Thee my ransom'd powers
Henceforth shall adore, —
Thee, my great Deliverer,
Bless for evermore!