Hymnal & Psalter

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