Psalm 9

To the chief Musician upon Muth-labben,
A Psalm of David.


Tunes PCC uses:   StroudwaterSt. MatthewPetersham, 
 Old 44th 

 

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 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.



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