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!