Then fill'd with laughter was our mouth, our tongue with melody: They 'mong the heathen said, The Lord great things for them hath wrought.
And thy most perfect righteousness O Lord, is very high, Who hast so great things done: O God, who is like unto thee?
Let Isr'el's help from Sion come: when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing.
O God, of my salvation God, me from blood-guiltiness Set free; then shall my tongue aloud sing of thy righteousness.