A poem on Psalm 30.
I lift You up, O Lord, my King,
for You have made my heart to Sing.
You did not let my foes rejoice,
but heard my cry—my Trembling voice.
You brought me from the Pit below, —
Restored my soul, Renewed my glow.
Sing to the Lord, you saints who Praise;
give Thanks to Him throughout all your days.
His anger’s Brief, His favor Stays,
a Lifetime long in countless ways.
Though weeping tarries for the night,
the Dawn will bring a Song of Light.
I said in ease, “I shall not fall,”
but Pride had raised my Fleeting wall.
You hid Your Face; I shook with Dread;
and to Your Mercy, Lord, I fled.
“What gain,” I asked, “if I Descend?
Will dust Proclaim You, or contend?
O hear my plea—be Near, Restore;
and let me Praise You evermore.”
You turned my mourning into Dance, —
removed my Grief with sweet expanse.
My Sackcloth gone, my Joy complete,
I’ll Sing Your name—Your love Replete.
Forever, Lord, I’ll Lift my voice, —
in You, my God, I will Rejoice.
No silence here, no fading Song;
Your Praise endures my whole life long.
The Lutheran Column 