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Yea, I will extol Thee

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #190 (1854) Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Lyrics: Yea, I will extol Thee Lord of life and light, For Thine arm upheld me, Turn'd my foes to flight; I implored Thy succour, Thou wert swift to save, Heal my wounded spirit, Bring me from the grave. 193 Sing, ye saints, sing praises! Call His love to mind, For a moment angry, But for ever kind; Grief may, like a stranger, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return. In my wealth I vaunted, "Nought shall move me hence; Thou hast made my mountain, Strong in Thy defence:"-- Then Thy face was hidden, Trouble laid me low, "Lord," I cried right humbly, "Why forsake me so?" "Would my blood appease Thee, In atonement shed? Can the dust give glory?-- Praise employ the dead? Hear me, Lord, in mercy, God my Helper, hear." --Long Thou didst not tarry, Help and health were near. Thou hast turn'd my mourning Into minstrelsy, Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free: Thee my ransom'd powers Henceforth shall adore, Thee, my great Deliverer, Laud for evermore. Topics: Deliverance from trouble Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English

I Will Extol Thee, O Lord!

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #549 (1866) First Line: Yea, I will extol Thee Lyrics: Yea, I will extol Thee, Lord of Life and light! For Thine arm upheld me, Turned my foes to flight. I implored Thy succor, Thou wast swift to save, To heal my wounded spirit, And bring me from the grave. Grief may, like the pilgrim, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return. Thou hast turned my mourning Into minstrelsy; Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free. Thee my ransomed powers Henceforth shall adore; Thee, my great Deliverer, Bless forevermore! Languages: English