Lord, Thee I'll Praise with All My Heart

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 thou maintain'dst my right and cause;
on throne sat'st judging right.

3.The heathen thou rebuked hast,
the wicked overthrown;
Thou hast put out their names, that they
may never more be known.

4.O en'my! now destructions have
an end perpetual:
Thou cities razed, perished with them
is their memorial.

5.God shall endure for aye; he doth
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 thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.

8.O sing ye praises to the Lord
that dwells in Zion hill;
And all the nations among
his deeds record ye still.

9.When he enquireth after blood,
he then rememb'reth them:
The humble folk he not forgets
that call upon his name.

10.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;

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 turned be;
And all the nations that forget
to seek the Lord most high.

15.For they that needy are shall not
forgotten be alway;
The expectation of the poor
shall not be lost for aye.

16.Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;
judge heathen in thy sight:
That they may know themselves but men,
the nations, Lord, affright.