MOURNING INTO DANCING (Ps 30) I’ll give You praise, O God For You have heard my voice And lifted me above my foes So that none of them rejoice

My soul was good as dead I could not have survived You reached Your hand into the pit And You brought me out alive Now my spirits You revive

You turned my mourning into dancing Though I went weeping in the night A shout of joy came with the morning When first I saw Your light

When all was good and well I said, “I can’t be moved When all was good and well I said, “I can’t be moved!” But then You hid Your face a while And it quickly changed my tune

I cried, “What good’s my blood I cried, “What good’s my blood? If I go to my grave, Shall dust declare Your praise, O God? Will it tell how You can save?” Here’s the answer that You gave:

You turned my mourning into dancing Though I went weeping in the night A shout of joy came with the morning When first I saw Your light

You turned my mourning into dancing Though I went weeping in the night A shout of joy came with the morning When first I saw Your light

My soul will sing and not keep silent I’ll lift high praises to the LORD And thank my God and King forever I’ll bang my drum and not get bored

My soul will sing and not keep silent I’ll lift high praises to the LORD And thank my God and King forever I’ll bang my drum and not get bored  I’ll dance and leap and praise the LORD

My soul will sing and not keep silent I’ll lift high praises to the LORD And thank my God and King forever I’ll bang my drum and not get bored  I’ll dance and leap and praise the LORD

You turned my mourning into dancing