1 Lord, thee I'll praise with all my heart,
thy wonders all proclaim.
In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy,
and sing unto thy name.

2 When back my foes were turned, they fell,
and perished at thy sight:
For thou maintain'dst my right and cause;
on throne sat'st judging right.

3 The heathen thou rebuked hast,
the wicked overthrown;
Thou hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.

4 O en'my! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
Thou cities razed; perished with them
is their memorial.

5 God shall endure for aye; he doth
for judgment set his throne;
In righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.

6 God also will a refuge be
for those that are oppressed;
A refuge will he be in times
of trouble to distressed.

7 And they that know thy name, in thee
their confidence will place:
For thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.

8 O sing ye praises to the Lord,
that dwells in Zion hill;
And all the nations among
his deeds record ye still.

9 When he enquireth after blood,
he then rememb'reth them:
The humble folk he not forgets
that call upon his name.

10 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;

11 That I, in Zion's daughters' gates,
may all thy praise advance;
And that I may rejoice always
in thy deliverance.

12 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.

13 The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
The sinners' hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.

14 They who are wicked into hell
each one shall turned be;
And all the nations that forget
to seek the Lord most high.

15 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
The expectation of the poor
shall not be lost for aye.

16 Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;
judge heathen in thy sight:
That they may know themselves but men,
the nations, Lord, affright.