| There be many that say, Who will show us any good? Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.1 – I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning: for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.2 |
| In my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. … Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. I cried to thee, O Lord: and unto the Lord I made supplication. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.3 |
| For a small moment have I forsaken thee; but with great mercies will I gather thee. In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the Lord thy Redeemer.4 – Sorrow shall be turned into joy.5 – Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.6 |
