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Lord, I will thee extol, for thou
hast lifted me on high,
And over me thou to rejoice
mad’st not mine enemy.
O thou who art the Lord my God,
I in distress to thee,
With loud cries lifted up my voice,
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up,
and rescu’d from the grave;
That I to pit should not go down,
alive thou didst me save.
O ye that are his holy ones,
sing praise unto the Lord;
And give unto him thanks, when ye
his holiness record.
For but a moment lasts his wrath;
life in his favour lies:
Weeping may for a night endure,
at morn doth joy arise.
In my prosperity I said,
that nothing shall me move.
O Lord, thou hast my mountain made
to stand strong by thy love:
But when that thou, O gracious God,
didst hide thy face from me,
Then quickly was my prosp’rous state
turn’d into misery.
Wherefore unto the Lord my cry
I caused to ascend:
My humble supplication
I to the Lord did send.
What profit is there in my blood,
when I go down to pit?
Shall unto thee the dust give praise?
thy truth declare shall it?
Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord:
Thou turned hast my sadness
To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos’d,
and girded me with gladness;
That sing thy praise my glory may,
and never silent be.
O Lord my God, for evermore
I will give thanks to thee.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 30;
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MUSIC
Name:
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CHESTERFIELD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 411 | G |
echo ' | ';
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