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1Lord, thee I'll praise with all my heart,
thy wonders all proclaim.
2In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy,
and sing unto thy name.
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3When back my foes were turn'd, they fell,
and perish'd at thy sight:
4For thou maintain'dst my right and cause;
on throne sat'st judging right.
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5The heathen thou rebuked hast,
the wicked overthrown;
Thou
hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.
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6O en'my! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
Thou
cities raz'd; perish'd with them
is their memorial.
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7God shall endure for aye; he doth
for judgment set his throne;
8In righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.
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9God also will a refuge be
for those that are oppress'd;
A
refuge will he be in times
of trouble to distress'd.
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10And they that know thy name, in thee
their confidence will place:
For
thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.
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11O sing ye praises to the Lord,
that dwells in Sion hill;
And
all the nations among
his deeds record ye still.
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12When he enquireth after blood,
he then rememb'reth them:
The
humble folk he not forgets
that call upon his name.
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13Lord, pity me; behold the grief
which I from foes sustain;
Ev'n
thou, who from the gates of death
dost raise me up again;
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14That I, in Sion's daughters' gates,
may all thy praise advance;
And
that I may rejoice always
in thy deliverance.
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15The heathen are sunk in the pit
which they themselves prepar'd;
And
in the net which they have hid
their own feet fast are snar'd.
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16The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
The
sinners' hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
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17They who are wicked into hell
each one shall turned be;
And
all the nations that forget
to seek the Lord most high.
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18For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
The
expectation of the poor
shall not be lost for aye.
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19Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;
judge heathen in thy sight:
20That they may know themselves but men,
the nations, Lord, affright.
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