1 I'll lift my voice, O LORD,
To glorify your name,
For you have lifted me
Above defeat and shame;
You heard my cry to heal and save,
And stooped to raise me from the grave.

2 Then to his holy name
Let all his saints give praise:
His wrath is brief, his grace
Is with us all our days,
For grief and tears may last a night,
But joy will come with morning light.

3 In easy times I'd felt
Secure from all life's ills:
Your hand upheld me, LORD,
Like Zion's timeless hills;
But with your smile no longer there
Assurance plunged to deep despair.

4 To you, O LORD, I cried:
'What can my death achieve?
From bones among the dust
What praise will you receive?
O LORD, be merciful to me!
Come quickly, help me hear my plea!'

5 O how I leapt for joy
As grief was put to flight!
My sackcloth you removed
And clothed me with delight,
That you, O LORD, I might adore
And give you thanks for evermore.

Psalm 30, David G Preston
© David G Preston/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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