Psalm 30: Joy comes with the morning

I cried to You and You healed me...
  keeping me alive from my descent into the pit... bringing my soul up from Sheol.

     For weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

You hid Your face and I was frightened.
   I called to You, You did I entreat...hear me, be gracious to me, and aid me.
       
Turn my mourning to dancing... open my sackcloth and gird me with gladness.
    For forever do I give my thanks to You.