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 turned, they fell,
and perished at thy sight:
4 For thou maintain'dst my right and cause;
on throne sat'st judging right.
5 The heathen thou rebukèd hast,
the wicked overthrown;
Thou hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.
6 O en'my! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
Thou cities razed; perished with them
is their memorial.
7 God shall endure for aye; he doth
for judgment set his throne;
8 In righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.
9 God also will a refuge be
for those that are oppressed;
A refuge will he be in times
of trouble to distressed.
10 And they that know thy name, in thee
their confidence will place:
For thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord
that dwells in Zion hill;
And all the nätions among
his deeds record ye still.
12 When he enquireth after blood,
he then rememb'reth them:
The humble folk he not forgets
that call upon his name.
13 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;
14 That I, in Zion's daughters' gates,
may all thy praise advance;
And that I may rejoice always
in thy deliverance.
15 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.
16 The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
The sinners' hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
17 They who are wicked into hell
each one shall turnèd be;
And all the nations that forget
to seek the Lord most high.
18 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
The expectation of the poor
shall 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.
Foundations Psalter: 1650 Scottish Psalter #91 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.
Psalms of Grace #9a1 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 they
may never more be known.
6 O en’my! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
Thou cities raz’d; perish’d with them
is their memorial.
7 God shall endure for aye; he doth
for judgment set his throne;
8 In righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.
9 God also will a refuge be
for those that are oppress’d;
A refuge will he be in times
of trouble to distress’d.
10 And they that know thy name, in thee
their confidence will place:
For thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord,
that dwells in Sion hill;
And all the nations among
his deeds record ye still.
12 When he enquireth after blood,
he then rememb’reth them:
The humble folk he not forgets
that call upon his name.
13 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;
14 That I, in Sion’s daughters’ gates,
may all thy praise advance;
And that I may rejoice always
in thy deliverance.
15 The 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.
16 The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
The sinners’ hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
17 They who are wicked into hell
each one shall turned be;
And all the nations that forget
to seek the Lord most high.
18 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
The expectation of the poor
shall 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.
Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P101 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 turned, they fell,
and perished at thy sight:
4 For thou maintain’st my right and cause;
enthroned sitt’st judging right.
5 The heathen thou rebuked hast,
the wicked overthrown;
thou hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.
6 The desolations are complete
that fell the foe upon;
their cities thou hast razed quite,
their memory is gone.
7 The Lord for ever doth endure;
for judgment sets his throne;
8 in righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.
9 So shall the Lord a refuge be
for those that are oppressed;
a refuge will he be for them,
what time they are distressed.
10 And they that know thy name in thee
their confidence will place:
for thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord
that dwells in Zion hill;
among the people everywhere
his deeds declare ye still.
12 When he enquireth after blood,
he doth remember them:
the afflicted he doth not forget
that call upon his name.
13 Lord, pity me; behold the grief
which I from foes sustain;
even thou, who from the gates of death
dost raise me up again:
14 That I in Zion’s daughter's gates
may all thy praise relate;
and that I may exult with joy
in thy salvation great.
15 Sunk are the heathen in the pit
which they themselves prepared;
and in the net which they have hid
their own feet fast are snared.
16 The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
the sinners’ hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
17 The wicked shall be turned back
into death's dark abode;
and all the nations that forget
the great and mighty God.
18 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
the expectation of the poor
shall 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.
The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P9a1 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 turned, they fell,
and perished at thy sight:
4 For thou maintain’st my right and cause;
on throne sitt’st judging right.
5 The heathen thou rebuked hast,
the wicked overthrown;
thou hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.
6 The desolations are complete
that fell the foe upon;
their cities thou hast razed quite,
their memory is gone.
7 The Lord for ever doth endure;
for judgment sets his throne;
8 in righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.
9 So shall the Lord a refuge be
for those that are oppressed;
a refuge will he be for them,
what time they are distressed.
10 And they that know thy name in thee
their confidence will place:
for thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.
11 O sing ye praises to the Lord
that dwells in Zion hill;
among the people everywhere
his deeds declare ye still.
12 When he enquireth after blood,
he doth remember them:
the afflicted he doth not forget
that call upon his name.
13 Lord, pity me; behold the grief
which I from foes sustain;
even thou, who from the gates of death
dost raise me up again:
14 That I in Zion’s daughter's gates
may all thy praise relate;
and that I may exult with joy
in thy salvation great.
15 Sunk are the heathen in the pit
which they themselves prepared;
and in the net which they have hid
their own feet fast are snared.
16 The Lord is by the judgment known
which he himself hath wrought:
the sinners’ hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
17 The wicked shall be turned back
into death's dark abode;
and all the nations that forget
the great and mighty God.
18 For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
the expectation of the poor
shall 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.
The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P9b
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