Spurgeon: A Poetic Meditation on Psalm 30
“I will exalt thee, Lord of hosts,
For thou’st exalted me;
Since thou hast silenced Satan’s boasts,
I’ll therefore boast in thee.
My sins had brought me near the grave,
The grave of black despair;
I look’d but there was not to save,
Till I look’d up in prayer.
In answer to my piteous cries,
From hell’s dark brink I’m brought;
My Jesus saw me from the skies,
And swift salvation wrought.
All through the night I wept full sore,
But morning brought relief;
That hand, which broke my bones before,
Then broke my bonds of grief.
My mourning he to dancing turns,
For sackcloth joy he gives,
A moment, Lord, thine anger burns,
But long thy favour lives.
Sing with me then, ye favoured men,
Who long have known his grace;
With thanks recall the seasons when
Ye also sought his face.”