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 theymay never more be known.
6 O en'my! now destructions havean end perpetual:Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with themis their memorial.
7 God shall endure for aye; he dothfor judgment set his throne;
8 In righteousness to judge the world,justice to give each one.
9 God also will a refuge befor those that are oppress'd;A refuge will he be in timesof trouble to distress'd.
10 And they that know thy name, in theetheir confidence will place:For thou hast not forsaken themthat truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord,that dwells in Sion hill;And all the nations amonghis deeds record ye still.
12 When he enquireth after blood,he then rememb'reth them:The humble folk he not forgetsthat call upon his name.
13 Lord, pity me; behold the griefwhich I from foes sustain;Ev'n thou, who from the gates of deathdost raise me up again;
14 That I, in Sion's daughters' gates,may all thy praise advance;And that I may rejoice alwaysin thy deliverance.
15 The heathen are sunk in the pitwhich they themselves prepar'd;And in the net which they have hidtheir own feet fast are snar'd.
16 The Lord is by the judgment knownwhich he himself hath wrought:The sinners' hands do make the snareswherewith themselves are caught.
17 They who are wicked into helleach one shall turned be;And all the nations that forgetto seek the Lord most high.
18 For they that needy are shall notforgotten be alway;The expectation of the poorshall 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.