Psalm IX.
1
Thee will I praise with my whole heart,
And all thy Acts proclaim:
I will rejoyce, O thou most high,
And sing unto thy Name.
2
At sight of thee mine Enemies flee,
Fall down and perish quite:
For thou upon thy Throne dost sit,
And dost maintain my right.
3
The Heathens fall at thy rebuke,
The wicked are destroy'd:
Their very Names and Memories
For ever shall be void.
4
Then boast not, O thou Enemy,
That Cities razed are:
For God remaineth still the same,
And doth his Throne prepare.
5
He righteously will judge the World,
And uprightly proceed
To rescue them that are opprest,
And help them at their need.
6
All they, that know thy Name, O Lord,
Will thee their refuge make:
For such as thee sincerely sought
Thou never didst forsake.
7
Sing Praises then unto the Lord
Who doth in Zion dwell:
The mighty Acts, that he hath done,
To all the People tell.
8
When he for Blood of Innocents
Shall inquisition make,
The humble he will not forget,
But certain vengeance take.
9
Have mercy then on me, O Lord;
Consider well my pain,
Who when I am at gates of death,
Canst lift me up again.
10
Within the gates of Zion then
Thy praise I will advance;
And joyfully will celebrate
This great deliverance.
11
The Heathens fall into the Pit,
Which they themselves have made:
Their foot is taken in the Net,
Which they for others laid.
12
In this the wisdom of the Lord
Most plainly doth appear,
When wicked Men are to be caught,
Their hands shall make the snare.
13
The wicked he will cast to Hell,
And those that God forget:
But never fail the humble Man,
Whose hope on him is set.
14
Rise, Lord, and let not Man prevail;
Such dreadful judgments send,
That all the Nations of the World
May know they are but Men.
