To thee, O God, we render praise, To thee with thanks repair (Tate and Brady)

1 To Thee, O God, we render praise,
to thee, with thanks repair;
For, that thy Name to us is nigh,
thy wond'rous works declare.

2 In Israel when my throne is fix'd,
with me shall justice reign:
3 The land with discord shakes; but I
the sinking frame sustain.

4 Deluded wretches I advis'd
their errors to redress;
And warn'd bold cinners, that they should
their swelling pride suppress.

5 Bear not yourselves so high, as if
no pow'r could yours restrain;
Submit your stubborn necks, and learn
to speak with less disdain:

6 For that promotion, which to gain
your vain ambition strives,
From neither east, nor west, nor yet
from Southern climes arrives.

7 For God the great disposer is,
and sov'reign judge alone,
Who casts the proud to earth, and lifts
the humble to a throne.

8 His hand holds forth a dreadful cup;
with purple wine 'tis crown'd;
The deadly mixture, which his wrath
deals out to nations round.

Of this his saints sometimes may taste;
but wicked men shall squeeze
The bitter dregs, and be condemn'd
to drink the very lees.

9 His prophet, I, to all the world
this message will relate;
The justice then of Jacob's God
my song shall celebrate.

10 The wicked's pride I will reduce,
their cruelty disarm;
Exalt the just, and seat him high
above the reach of harm.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #LXXV