O Lord, My God, My Joyful Heart

O Lord

my God

my joy­ful heart

Will give Thee praise for ev­er­more

For rich in grace to me Thou art

My soul from death Thou didst re­store.

O God

the proud against me rise

The wick­ed who de­light in strife;

They set not Thee be­fore their eyes

They seek to take away my life.

In Thee

O Lord

all grace is found

Thy peo­ple shall Thy mer­cy know;

Thy truth and good­ness still abound

To wrath and ang­er Thou art slow.

In mer­cy turn and look on me

Thy servant true

Thy chos­en one;

Let me Thy great sal­va­tion see

And strength­en me my course to run.

Some to­ken of Thy love be­stow

Which they who hate me now may see;

Let all

O Lord

be brought to know

That Thou dost help and com­fort me.