I'll lift my voice, O Lord
On Psalm 30
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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