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Psalter 77

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Verse 1
O Lord, by Thee 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.

Verse 2
His holy Name remember,
Ye saints, Jehovah 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.

Verse 3
In prosp'rous days I boasted,
Unmoved I shall remain,
For, Lord, by Thy good favor
My cause Thou didst maintain;
I soon was sorely troubled,
For Thou didst hide Thy face;
I cried to Thee, Jehovah,
I sought Jehovah's grace.

Verse 4
What profit if I perish,
If life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust repeat Thy praises,
Shall it Thy truth declare?
O Lord, on me have mercy,
And my petition hear;
That Thou mayst be my helper,
In mercy, Lord, appear.

Verse 5
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.

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