1 I give you all the credit, God—

you got me out of that mess,

you didn’t let my foes gloat.

2,3 God, my God, I yelled for help

and you put me together.

God, you pulled me out of the grave,

gave me another chance at life

when I was down-and-out.

4,5 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!

Thank him to his face!

He gets angry once in a while, but across

a lifetime there is only love.

The nights of crying your eyes out

give way to days of laughter.

6,7 When things were going great

I crowed, "I’ve got it made.

I’m God’s favorite.

He made me king of the mountain."

Then you looked the other way

and I fell to pieces.

8-10 I called out to you, God;

I laid my case before you:

"Can you sell me for a profit when I’m dead?

auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?

When I’m ‘dust to dust’ my songs

and stories of you won’t sell.

So listen! and be kind!

Help me out of this!"

11,12 You did it: you changed wild lament

into whirling dance;

You ripped off my black mourning band

and decked me with wildflowers.

I’m about to burst with song;

I can’t keep quiet about you.

God, my God,

I can’t thank you enough.