¹Lord, thee I'll praise with all my heart,

thy wonders all proclaim.

²In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy,

and sing unto thy name.

³When back my foes were turn'd, they fell,

and perish'd at thy sight:

⁴For thou maintain'dst my right and cause;

on throne sat'st judging right.

⁵The heathen thou rebuked hast,

the wicked overthrown;

Thou hast put out their names, that they

may never more be known.

⁶O en'my! now destructions have

an end perpetual:

Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with them

is their memorial.

⁷God shall endure for aye; he doth

for judgment set his throne;

⁸In righteousness to judge the world,

justice to give each one.

⁹God also will a refuge be

for those that are oppress'd;

A refuge will he be in times

of trouble to distress'd.

¹⁰And they that know thy name, in thee

their confidence will place:

For thou hast not forsaken them

that truly seek thy face.

¹¹O sing ye praises to the Lord,

that dwells in Sion hill;

And all the nations among

his deeds record ye still.

¹²When he enquireth after blood,

he then rememb'reth them:

The humble folk he not forgets

that call upon his name.

¹³Lord, pity me; behold the grief

which I from foes sustain;

Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death

dost raise me up again;

¹⁴That I, in Sion's daughters' gates,

may all thy praise advance;

And that I may rejoice always

in thy deliverance.

¹⁵The 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.

¹⁶The Lord is by the judgment known

which he himself hath wrought:

The sinners' hands do make the snares

wherewith themselves are caught.

¹⁷They who are wicked into hell

each one shall turned be;

And all the nations that forget

to seek the Lord most high.

¹⁸For they that needy are shall not

forgotten be alway;

The expectation of the poor

shall not be lost for aye.

¹⁹Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;

judge heathen in thy sight:

²⁰That they may know themselves but men,

the nations, Lord, affright.