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 You maintained my right and cause;
on throne sat judging right.
3 The heathen You have rebuked,
the wicked overthrown;
You have put out their names, that they
may never more be known.
4 O enemy! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
You cities razed; perished with them
is their memorial.
5 GOD shall endure forever, He does
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 You hast not forsaken them
that truly seek Thy face.
8 O sing ye praises to the LORD,
that dwells in Zion's hill;
And all the nations among
His deeds record ye still.
9 When He enquires after blood,
He then remembers them:
The humble folk He not forgets
that call upon His name.
10 LORD, pity me; behold the grief
which I from foes sustain;
Even You, who from the gates of death
does 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 be turned;
And all the nations that forget
to seek the LORD most high.
15 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten always be;
The expectation of the poor
shall not be lost forever.
16 Arise, LORD, let not man prevail;
judge heathen in Thy sight;
That they may know themselves but men,
the nations, LORD, affright.
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