But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud; at morn thy mercy praise: For thou to me my refuge wast, and tow'r, in troublous days.
In thy great pow'r and strength, O Lord, be thou exalted high; So shall we sing with joyful hearts, thy power praise shall we.
For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee.
Though I in midst of trouble walk, I life from thee shall have: 'Gainst my foes' wrath thou'lt stretch thine hand; thy right hand shall me save.
I mercy will and judgment sing, Lord, I will sing to thee.
They shall thy kingdom's glory show, thy pow'r by speech express:
Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns; thy truth doth reach the clouds:
I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: for thou my miseries Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul known in adversities:
Give ear unto me when I call, God of my righteousness: Have mercy, hear my pray'r; thou hast enlarg'd me in distress.
God's mercies I will ever sing; and with my mouth I shall Thy faithfulness make to be known to generations all.
But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'r at morn prevent shall thee.
I in my trouble sought the Lord, my sore by night did run, And ceased not; my grieved soul did consolation shun.
God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid;
Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My pray'r to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect.
Nevertheless he saved them, ev'n for his own name's sake; That so he might to be well known his mighty power make.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.