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Psalm 30 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.65 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 30 First Line: I Will extol thee, Lord, on high Lyrics: 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? Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is; Let all your powers rejoice and bless While you record his holiness. His anger but a moment stays; His love is life and length of days; Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy. Topics: Health sickness, and recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Sickness healed; Praise for health restored Languages: English

Psalm 30 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.66 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 30:6-12 First Line: Firm was my health, my day was bright Lyrics: Firm was my health, my day was bright, And I presumed 'twould ne'er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, "Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." 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 died. I cried aloud to thee, my God, "What canst thou profit by my blood? Deep in the dust can I declare Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there? "Hear me, O God of grace," I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy word rebuked the pains I felt, Thy pard'ning love removed my guilt. My groans, and tears, and forms of woe Are turned to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name; Thy praise shall sound through earth and heav'n For sickness healed and sins forgiv'n. Topics: Health sickness, and recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Sickness healed; Praise for health restored Languages: English

Firm was my health, my day was bright

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXX.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 30:4-9 Lyrics: 4 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." 5 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 died. 6 I cried aloud to thee my God, “What canst thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the dust can I declare "Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there? 7 "Hear me, O God of grace, I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy Word rebuked the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love removed my guilt. 8 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. 9 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: Health, Sickness and Recovery Languages: English

Praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CLXVII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 30:4-5 First Line: Hosanna to the Prince of light Lyrics: 1 Hosanna to the Prince of light, That cloth'd himself in clay; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes. 3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honuor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 There our exalted Savior reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode, Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise; Let heav'n and all created things. Sound our Immanuel's praise. Topics: The Resurrection of Christ, who arose for our Justification Languages: English

I will extol thee, Lord, on high

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXX.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 30:1-3 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, and prove How large his grace, how kind his love; Let all your powers rejoice, and trace, The wond'rous records of his grace. 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: Sickness healed, and Sorrows removed Languages: English

I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XXX (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

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) 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

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) 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

Thanks be to God, who heard our pray'r

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CLX (1816) Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 Thanks be to God, who heard our pray'r, When we had fears and doubt; When fierce diseases ev'ry where, Compass'd our land about. 2 When death, that cruel tyrant made, Poor mortals feel his pow'r; And in another world have fled, Not to return no more. 3 How melancholy was the sound, To hear they dying groan: Can no relief or help be found, Till we are fled and gone. 4 And must our troubled spirits fly, To God, who first them gave; Our bodies only made to die! And moulder in the grave. 5 Great God, how mournful was the scene; Where e'er his was the case; But great thy mercies e'er have been, To those who trust thy grace. 6 Thanks be to God, that we are spar'd, To see the present day. O, make us ready, gracious Lord, Till we be call'd away. Topics: Thanksgiving after Diseases Languages: English

With Heart and Voice in one Accord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXX (1767) Scripture: Psalm 30 Lyrics: 1 With Heart and Voice in one Accord, I'll celebrate thy Praises, LORD: For thou hast set me up on high, Ev'n when insulting Foes were nigh; With Fury they my Peace assail'd, 'Till thy all-conqu'ring Arm prevali'd. 2 In my Distress I cry'd to thee, Who didst in Mercy set me free; My Eyes were almost clos'd in Death, And I had nigh resign'd my Breath; When thou my hopeless Life retriev'd, And from the Grave my Soul reliev'd. 3 Thus in his Courts, with Songs of Praise, Ye Saints your grateful Voices raise; His Truth and tender Love declare, And bless his providential Care: His tender Mercies loud proclaim, And ever bless his glorious Name. 4 His Anger soon is over-pass'd, His Favours will forever last; Tho' Sorrow may a Night endure, Yet in his loving Kindness sure; For with the chearful Dawn of Morn, His chearing Mercy will return. Your Night of Grief is recompens'd with Joy's returning Day. Part II 6 But I presum'd in prosp'rous Days, My Glory's yet unsully'd Rays; And as no low'ring clouds appear'd, So I no sudden Danger fear'd: I thought the LORD my Ways approve'd, And I should never be remov'd. 6 But soon I found thy Favour, LORD! Alone could solemn Joy afford: For when thy Face was trun'd away, My blooming Hopes dishonour'd lay; My Sin I humbly then confess'd, And thus again the LORD address'd. 7 "What Profit in my Blood is found, "When cold congealed in the Bround? "Can silent Ashes ever raise, "The glorious Tribute of thy Praise? "Oh then thy wonted Aid extend, "For on thee only I depend!" 11 'Tis done, and thou hast chang'd my Fate, Investing me in Robes of State; Thou hast my Grief to Gladness turn'd, Tho' lately I in Sack-cloth mourn'd; Therefore my Songs, with grateful Joy, In praising thee, I will employ. Topics: Thanksgivings For Recovery of Heatlh Languages: English Tune Title: [With heart and voice in one accord]