Weeping stays the night
I'll lift you high, Lord, because you've lifted me up and haven't let my enemies rejoice over me. Lord my God, I cried out to you and you healed me. Lord, you've brought my soul up out of the grave. You've kept me alive, so I didn't go down to the pit. Sing to the LORD, you faithful ones of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. His anger lasts only a moment; in his favour is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. And in my easy times I said: I'll never be moved. Lord, in your favour you made my mountain stand strong. You hid your face and I fell apart. I called to you, Lord, and I pleaded with the LORD: What profit is there in my blood if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your truth? Hear me, Lord, and be gracious to me. Lord, be my helper. You've turned my mourning into dancing for me. You've taken my coarse mourning cloth off and wrapped me in gladness — So my glory can sing praise to you and not be still. Lord my God, I'll thank you forever.
I'll lift you high, Lord, because you've pulled me up and haven't let my enemies celebrate over me. Lord my God, I cried out to you and you healed me. Lord, you've brought my soul up out of the grave. You've kept me alive, so I didn't go down to the pit. Sing to the Lord, you faithful ones of his, and give thanks at the memory of his holiness. Because his anger only lasts a moment; his favour is for a lifetime. Weeping might stay the night, but singing comes in the morning. And in my easy times I said: I'll never be shifted. Lord, in your favour you made my mountain stand strong. You hid your face and I fell apart. I called to you, Lord, and I pleaded with the Lord: What's the good of my blood if I go down into the pit? Will the dust thank you? Will it tell out your truth? Hear me, Lord, and be gracious to me. Lord, be my helper. You've turned my mourning into dancing for me. You've taken my sackcloth off and wrapped me in gladness — so my glory can sing praise to you and not go quiet. Lord my God, I'll thank you forever.
I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper. Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
I'll lift you high, Lord, because you've lifted me up and haven't let my enemies rejoice over me.
I'll lift you high, Lord, because you've pulled me up and haven't let my enemies celebrate over me.
I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Lord my God, I cried out to you and you healed me.
O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Lord, you've brought my soul up out of the grave. You've kept me alive, so I didn't go down to the pit.
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing to the LORD, you faithful ones of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
Sing to the Lord, you faithful ones of his, and give thanks at the memory of his holiness.
Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
His anger lasts only a moment; in his favour is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Because his anger only lasts a moment; his favour is for a lifetime. Weeping might stay the night, but singing comes in the morning.
For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
And in my easy times I said: I'll never be moved.
And in my easy times I said: I'll never be shifted.
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
Lord, in your favour you made my mountain stand strong. You hid your face and I fell apart.
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
I called to you, Lord, and I pleaded with the LORD:
I called to you, Lord, and I pleaded with the Lord:
I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
What profit is there in my blood if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your truth?
What's the good of my blood if I go down into the pit? Will the dust thank you? Will it tell out your truth?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Hear me, Lord, and be gracious to me. Lord, be my helper.
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
You've turned my mourning into dancing for me. You've taken my coarse mourning cloth off and wrapped me in gladness —
You've turned my mourning into dancing for me. You've taken my sackcloth off and wrapped me in gladness —
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
So my glory can sing praise to you and not be still. Lord my God, I'll thank you forever.
so my glory can sing praise to you and not go quiet. Lord my God, I'll thank you forever.
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.