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Exaltabo te Domine

Author: J. H. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #13c (1640) Publication Date: 1640 Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: All laud and praise with heart and voice Lyrics: 1 All laud and praise with heart and voice O Lord, I give to thee: Which didst not make my foes rejoyce, but hast exalted me. 2 O Lord my God, to thee I cri'd in all my paine and griefe Thou gav'st an eare, and didst provide to ease me with reliefe. 3 Of thy good will thou hast cald back my soule from hell to save: Thou didst revie when strength did lack and kepest me from the grave. 4 Sing praise ye Saints that prove and see the goodnesse of the Lord: In memory of his Majesty rejoyce with one accord. 5 For why? his anger but a space doth last and slack againe: But in his favour and his grace alwaies doth life remaine. Though gripes and grief and pangs full sore shall lodge with us all night: The Lord to joy shall us restore before the day be light. 6 When I enjoy'd the world at will, thus would I boast and say: Tush, I am sure to feele none ill, this wealth shall not decay. 7 For thou O Lord of thy good grace hadst sent me strength and aid; But when thou turn'st away thy face, my mind was sore dismaid, 8 Wherefore againe yet did I cry to thee O Lord of might: My God with plaints I did apply, and pray'd both day and night. 9 What gaine is in my blood (said I) if death destroy my daie? Doth dust declare thy Majesty, or yet thy truth doth praise? 10 Wherefore my God some pity take, O Lord I thee desire: Do not this simple soule forsake, of help I thee require. 11 Then didst thou turn my grief & woe into a cheerfull voice: The mourning weed thou tolok'st me fro, and mad'st me to rejoyce, 12 Wherefore my soule uncessantly shall sing unto thy praise: My Lord my God to thee will I give laud and thanks alwais. Languages: English Tune Title: [All laud and praise with heart and voice]

Sickness healed, and Sorrows removed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #52a (1740) Publication Date: 1740 Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: I will extol Thee, Lord, on high Lyrics: 1 I will extol Thee, Lord, on high, At thy Command Diseases fly: Who but a God can speak and save From the dark Borders of the Grave? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his, And tell how large his Goodness is; Let all your Pow'rs rejoice and bless, While you record his Holiness. 3 His Anger but a Moment stays; His Love is Life and Length of Days; Tho' Grief and Tears the Night employ, The Morning-Star restores the Joy. Topics: Praise for health restored; Recovery from Sickness Languages: English

Health, Sickness, and Recovery

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #52b (1740) Publication Date: 1740 Scripture: Psalm 30:6 First Line: Firm was my Health, my Day was bright Lyrics: 1 Firm was my Health, my Day was bright, And I presum'd 'twould ne'er be Night; Fondly I said within my Heart, "Pleasure and Peace shall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine Arm was strong Which made my Mountain stand so long: Soon as thy Face began to hide, My Health was gone, my Comforts dy'd. 3 I cry'd aloud to Thee, my God; "What can'st thou profit by my Blood? "Deep in the Dust can I declare "Thy Truth, or sing thy Goodness there? 4 "Hear me, O GOD of Grace, I said, "And bring me from among the Dead;" Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt, Thy pard'ning Love remov'd my Guilt. 5 My Groans, and Tears, and Forms of Woe Are turn'd to Joy and Praises now; I throw my Sackcloth on the Ground, And Ease and Gladness gird me round 6 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy Name; Thy Praise shall sound thro' Earth and Heav'n For Sickness heal'd, and Sins forgiv'n. Topics: Praise for health restored; Recovery from Sickness Languages: English

A Psalm and song at the Dedication of the House of David

Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament #PXXX (1742) Publication Date: 1742 Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: Lord, I will thee extol on high Lyrics: 1 Lord, I will thee extol on high, For thou hast made me rise; And joyful hast not made to be O'er me mine enemies. 2 I Lord my God to thee cry'd have, And thou hast made me whole, 3 Jehovah thou out of the grave Hast raised up my soul. From pit's descent thou quicknedst me, 4 O sing unto the Lord, And ye his saints give thanks when ye His holiness record. 5 For's wrath doth but a while abide, Life in his love doth stay: If weeping lodge at ev'ning tide, Yet joy at break of day. 6 For in my prosp'rous state I said, Now shall I never slide, 7 Lord, by thy favour thou hast made My mountain fast abide 8 Thou hid'st thy face, I troubled was, Lord I to thee did cry; Also my humble suit for grace Unto the Lord made I. 9 What profit in my blood can be, When I to pit go down? Shall dust give glory unto thee? Shall it thy truth make known? 10 Do thou me, O Jehovah, hear, And on me mercy have: To me, Jehovah, be thou near, And helper me to save. 11 My mourning then a dance into For me thou turned hast: With joy thou didst me gird also, And off my sackcloth cast. 12 So shall my glory sing thy praise, And never silent be; Jehovah, O my God always I will give thanks to thee. Languages: English

I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #48 (1752) Publication Date: 1752 Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1. I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high. Who rais'd me, when distress'd; Who check'd my Foes insulting Joy, And all their Hopes suppress'd. 2. O Lord, my God, I cry'd to Thee; And thou did'st heal, and save. 3. Thou from the Pit my Soul hast freed, And kept me from the Grave. 4. Sing to the Lord, O ye his Saints, Your grateful Thanks express; While you, with me, commemorate His rest'ral Holiness. 5. His Anger but a Moment lasts, Life from his Favour springs; If Night be fill'd with Grief, and Tears, With Joy the Morning sings. 6. Flush'd with Success, I fondly said, "I shall unmov'd abide. 7. Thy Favour, Lord, confirm'd my State, Thou hid'st, and Comforts dy'd. 8. Then, Lord, to Thee I cry'd; to Thee My earnest Suit I made. 9. "What Profit is there in my Blood, "When in the Grave I'm laid? "Shall there my Dust thy Praise proclaim? "Or glorious Truths declare? 10. Hear, Lord, and on me Mercy have, And for my Help appear. 11. Thou heard'st; and to o'erflowing Joy, My former Mourning turn'd; With Gladness thou hast girt me round, Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd. 12. To this Intent, my Tongue may sing, Incessantly thy Praise; O Lord, my God, my Thanks to Thee, I'll render all my Days. Languages: English

O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #49 (1752) Publication Date: 1752 Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1. O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise, Who me above my Foes did'st raise; And their insulting Joy restrain. 2. O Lord, my God, in my Distress; My Pray'r to Thee I did address; And thou hast heal'd my Grief, and Pain. 3. Thou, Lord, did'st from the Grave revive, And keep my fainting Soul alive; Lest to the Pit I should go down. 4. O ye his Saints, sing to the Lord With thankfull Hearts; while ye record The Truth, and Goodness, he has shown. 5. He Anger but a Moment keeps, His Favour's Life; if Ev'ning weeps, The rising Sun returns with Joy. 6. When with Success I prospered, My foolish Heart grew vain, and said, "No Change shall e'er my State annoy. 7. But, Lord, I was convinc'd e'er long, Thy Favour made my Mountain strong; Thou hid'st thy Face, and Comforts dy'd. 8. Then, Lord, I humbly Thee address'd, My Pride, and Folly, I confess'd; And thus with Supplication cry'd. 9. What profit is there in my Blood, If to the Grave descend I shou'd? Can there my Mouth thy Praises Sing? Or can my Dust thy Truth declare? 30. Have Mercy on me, Lord, and hear, And timely Succours to me bring. 11. Then, to a Dance, my Mourning, hast Thou turn'd, and off my Sackcloth cast; And round with Gladness girded me; 12. To th' End, my Tongue may sing thy Praise, And not be silent; all my Days, My God, I will give Thanks to Thee. Languages: English

I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #54 (1754) Publication Date: 1754 Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord, who didst thy Pow'r employ To raise my drooping Head, and check my Foes insulting Joy. 2,3 In my Distress I cry'd to Thee, who kindly dist relieve, And from the Grave's expecting Jaws my hopeless Life retrieve. 4 Thus to his Courts, ye Saints of His, with Songs of Praise repair; With me commemorate his Truth, and providential Care. 5 His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign; His Favour no Decay: Your Night of Grief is recompens'd with Joy's returning Day. 6 But I, in prosp'rous Days, presum'd; no suddent Change I fear'd: Whilst in my sun-shine of Success no low'ring Cloud appeard. 7 But soon I found thy Favour, Lord, my Empire's only Trust; For when thou hidd'st thy Face, I saw my Honour laid in Dust. 8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd, my Error I confess'd; And thus with supplicating Voice, thy Mercy's Throne address'd: 9 "What Profit is there in my blood, "congeal'd by Death's cold Night? "Can silent Ashes speak thy praise, "thy wond'rous Truth recite? 10 "Hear me, O Lord; in mercy hear; "thy wonted Aid extend: "Do Thou send Help, on whom alone "I can for Help depend." 11 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene to Songs and Dances turn'd; Invested me in Robes of State, who late in Sack-cloth mourn'd. 12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing thy Praise in grateful Verse; And, as thy Favours endless are, thy endless Praise rehearse. Languages: English

In hymns of praise will I employ my tongue

Hymnal: New Version of the Psalms of David #XXX (1756) Publication Date: 1756 Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 In hymns of praise will I employ my tongue; My tuneful harp shall answer to the song. To thee, O Lord; for, when with pain distrest, And foes around their cruel joy exprest, Me in the evil day didst thou sustain, My foes indulg'd their impious hopes in vain. 2 Struck with die dire disease, to thee I cried; Nor was, O God, thy healing hand denied; 3 For from the dreary horrors of the grave, When he implor'd, didst thou thy servant save, His soul, just hov'ring o'er the pit retrieve, And gav'st again, in joyous health to live. 4 O all ye saints, his gracious goodness sing; Display his praises on the trembling firing; 5 For but a moment his dread anger lives, While life, his quick-returning favour gives; And, tho' the night in sighs, in tears, you spend, The dawning morn will all your sorrows end. 6 Surpriz'd with my success, elate with pride, Big with my empty self, I fondly cried; "Strong in my happiness, my foes I dare, "Nor open force, nor secret fraud, I fear." 7 By heav'n supported, like a mountain firm, That braves the thunder, and disdains the storm, Did I the angry bolts of fate deride, And wrapt my heart in arrogance and pride; But soon the folly of my ways I found, Lost thy support, and felt a killing wound. 8 'Twas then my reason to my soul return'd; In deep repentance I my madness mourn'd; For thy forgiveness humbly sued, O Lord, My guilt acknowledg'd, and thy aid implor'd. 9 "What profit is there (said I) in my blood? "Justly thy vengeance has my crimes pursued. "But can the dead thy wondrous works proclaim? "Can dull, can ashes, celebrate thy name? 10 "O hear me, hear me, and thy mercy shew; "Redeem my soul from death, my life from woe," 11 Nor vainly did I pray; thy mercy heard; My fainting soul in all her sorrows chear'd, My grief to joy, my tears to laughter turn'd; No more I languish'd, and no more I mourn'd. 12 Therefore thy goodness will I constant sing, And to thy glorious name attune the string; Therefore in hymns harmonious I'll display Thy clemency; thy love, from day to day. Languages: English

A Psalm & Song at the Dedication of the House of David

Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre #PXXX (1758) Publication Date: 1758 Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: Lord, I will thee extol on high Lyrics: 1 Lord, I will Thee extol on high, for Thou hast made me rise; And joyful hast not made to be o'er me mine enemies. 2 O LORD my God, I cry'd to Thee, and Thou hast made me whole, 3 JEHOVAH, Thou ev'n from the grave hast raised up my soul: Thou from the pit hast quick'ned me: 4 O sing ye to the LORD, Ye saints of his, give thanks when ye his holiness record. 5 For but a moment is his wrath; life in his love doth stay: Tho' weeping last thro' all the night, joy comes at break of day. 6 For in my prosp'rous state I said, "I ne'r shall moved be; 7 "Since, LORD my mountain by thy grace "is made so strong by Thee. 8 But quickly Thou thy face didst hide; I greatly was dismay'd" LORD then I call'd aloud on Thee, and to the LORD thus pray'd; 9 "What gain is my blood when I "into the pit go down? "Shall dust give glory then to Thee? "Shall it thy truth make known? 10 "Do Thou me, O JEHOVAH, hear; "and on me mercy have: To me, JEHOVAH, be Thou near, "an helper me to save!" 11 My mourning then into a dance For me Thou turned hast: With gladness Thou hast girded me, and off my sackcloth cast. 12 So shall my glory sing thy praise, and never silent be; O LORD my God, I will give thanks for evermore to Thee. Languages: English

I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XXX (1760) Publication Date: 1760 Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord, who did'st thy Pow'r employ To raise my drooping Head, and check my Foes insulting Joy. 2,3 In my Distress I cry'd to Thee, who kindly didst relieve, And from the Grave's expecting Jaws my hopeless Life retrieve. 4 Thus to his Courts, ye Saints of his, with Songs of Praise repair; With me commemorate his Truth, and providential Care. 5 His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign; His Favour no Decay: Your Night of Grief is recompens'd with Joy's returning Day. 6 But I, in prosp'rous Days, presum'd no suddent Change I fear'd: Whilst in my Sun-shine of Success no low'ring Cloud appear'd. 7 But soon I found thy Favour, Lord, my Empire's only Trust; For when thou hidd'st thy Face, I saw my Honour laid in Dust. 8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd, my Error I confess'd; And thus with supplicating Voice, thy Mercy's Throne address'd: 9 "What Profit is there in my Blood, "congeal'd by Death's cold Night? "Can silent Ashes speak thy Praise, "thy wond'rous Truth recite? 10 "Hear me, O Lord! in Mercy hear; "thy wonted Aid extend: "Do Thou send Help, on whom alone "I can for Help depend." 11 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene to Songs and Dances turn'd; Invested me in Robes of State, who late in Sack-cloth mourn'd. 12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing thy Praise in grateful Verse; And, as thy Favours endless are, thy endless Praise rehearse. Languages: English