Exaltabo te, Domine
Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his; and give thanks unto him, for a remembrance of his holiness. For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life; heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed; thou, Lord, of thy goodness, hast made my hill so strong. Thou didst turn thy face from me, and I was troubled.
Then cried I unto thee, O Lord, and got me to my Lord right humbly. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down into the pit? Shall the dust give thanks unto thee? or shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me. Lord, be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy; thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness. Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing. O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.