His Grace Endures (Psalm 30)

I lift Your Name above the stormy sea,

For You have pulled me from the deepest clay,

And silenced every foe who mocked at me.

To You, my God,

I cried out in dismay,

And in Your mercy,

You restored my breath,

Wiping my sickness

and my pain away.

Come, all you saints,

and let your voices lit

The holy praises of the Lord on high;

In worship let your grateful songs be knit.

His wrath is brief as fleeting shadows fly,

His grace endures throughout a life of grace;

Though tears may fall beneath the midnight sky,

The morning joy shines from His Shining Face.

To You, O Lord,

I knelt to watch and pray,

And poured my broken plea into

your ear,

Crying for mercy through the heavy

day.

What profit if I sleep upon the bier,

Silenced forever in the dusty ground?

Can silent dust declare Your love is here?

His wrath is brief as fleeting shadows fly,

His grace endures throughout a life of grace;

Though tears may fall beneath the midnight sky,

The morning joy shines from His Shining Face.

My heart shall sing Your praise with all its might,

No longer silent in the dark embrace;

My God and Lord,

I praise You day and night.