1 O Lord, by grace delivered,
I thee with songs extol;
my foes thou hast not suffered
to glory o'er my fall.
O Lord, my God, I sought thee,
and thou didst heal and save;
thou, Lord, from death didst ransom
and keep me from the grave.

2 His holy name remember;
ye saints, give thanks and praise;
his anger lasts a moment;
his favor all our days;
for sorrow, like a pilgrim,
may tarry for a night,
but joy the heart will gladden
when dawns the morning light.

3 My grief is turned to gladness;
to thee my thanks I raise,
who hast removed my sorrow
and girded me with praise;
and now, no longer silent,
my heart thy praise will sing;
O Lord, my God, forever
my thanks to thee I bring.