Joy Comes in the Morning

"I will extol you, O LORD, for you have drawn me up

and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

O LORD my God, I cried to you for help,

and you have healed me.

O LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;

you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

Sing praises to the LORD, O you his saints,

and give thanks to his holy name.

For his anger is but for a moment,

and his favor is for a lifetime.

Weeping may tarry for the night,

but joy comes with the morning. 

As for me, I said in my prosperity,

'I shall never be moved.'

By your favor, O LORD, 

you made my mountain stand strong;

you hid your face;

I was dismayed.

To you, O LORD, I cry,

and to the Lord I plead for mercy:

'What profit is there in my death,

if I go down to the pit?

Will the dust praise you?

Will it tell of your faithfulness?

Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me! 

O LORD, be my helper!'

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

you have loosed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness,

that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.

O LORD my God, I will give thanks to  you forever!"

Psalm  30