1 Yea, I will extol Thee,
Lord of Life and light!
For Thine arm upheld me,
Turned my foes to flight.

2 I implored Thy succor,
Thou wast swift to save,
To heal my wounded spirit,
And bring me from the grave.

3 Grief may, like the pilgrim,
Through the night sojourn,
Yet shall joy, to-morrow,
With the sun return.

4 Thou hast turned my mourning
Into minstrelsy;
Girded me with gladness,
Set from thraldom free.

5 Thee my ransomed powers
Henceforth shall adore;
Thee, my great Deliverer,
Bless forevermore!