Melchior Vulpius
(c.1570 - 1615)

Exaltabo te, Domine
(S.S.A.A.T.T.B.B.)
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From Cantionum sacrarum (part one), Jena, 1602.
Lyrics: Psalm 30

Exaltabo te, Domine, quoniam vexisti me, nec delectasti inimicos meos super me.
Domine Deus meus, clamavi ad te, et sanasti me.
Domine, eduxisti ab inferno animam meam; vivicasti me a descendentibus in lacum.
Psallite Domino, sancti ejus; et confitemini memoriae sanctitatis ejus.
Quoniam momentum ira ejus, et vita delectatur:
ad vesperum demorabitur fletus, et ad matutinum laetitia.
Ego autem dixi in prosperitate mea: non movebor in æternum.
Domine, in benevolentia tua constabilivisti mortem meum;
Cum absconderes faciem tuam sum conturbatus.
Ad te, Domine, clamabo, et Deum deprecabor.
Quae utilitas in sanguine meo, dum descendo in corruptionem?
Numquid gratias aget tibi pulvis, aut annuntiabit veritatem tuam?
Audi Domine, et miserere mei; Domine sis adjutor meus.
Convertisti planctum meum in gaudium mihi; conscidisti saccum meum, et circumdedisti me laetitia:
ut cantet tibi gloria mea, et non sileat. Domine Deus meus, in aeternum confitebor tibi.

I will magnify thee, O Lord, for thou hast set me up: and not made my foes to triumph over me.
O Lord my God, I cried unto thee: and thou hast healed me.
Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell: thou hast kept my life from them that go down to the pit.
Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his: and give thanks unto him for a remembrance of his holiness.
For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life: heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed: thou, Lord, of thy goodness hast made my hill so strong.
Thou didst turn thy face from me: and I was troubled.
Then cried I unto thee, O Lord: and gat me to my Lord right humbly.
What profit is there in my blood: when I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust give thanks unto thee: or shall it declare thy truth?
Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.
Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing: O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.