Tune by Lizzie Depriest
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 turn’d, they fell,
and perish’d at thy sight:
4 For thou maintain’dst my right and cause;
on throne sat’st judging right.
5 The heathen thou rebuked 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 raz’d; perish’d 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 oppress’d;
A refuge will he be in times
of trouble to distress’d.
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 Sion hill;
And all the nations 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 Sion’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 prepar’d;
And in the net which they have hid
their own feet fast are snar’d.
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 turned 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.