Psalm 9

O Lord I'l praise thy holy Name,
With true and hearty zeal:
Thy wondrous works will I proclame,
And none of them conceal,
In thee be glad, in thee rejoyce,
And to thy Name will I
In songs of praise lift up my voice,
O thou that art most high.
When as mine adversaries shall
Be turned back with shame:
For in thy presence they shall fall,
And perish by the same.
For thou, ô Lord, thou hast alone
Maintain'd my righteous Cause:
Thou fatest in thy righteous Throne,
To judge by righteous Lawes.
Thou hast rebuk't the heathen rude,
And made for ever void
Their hatefull name, so that the lewd
Are utterly destroy'd.
Destructions are accomplished,
O Enemie, so it frames:
Thou hast destroy'd, and ruined
Great Cities, and their names.
But God, the true Eternall one,
For ever shall abide:
He hath prepar'd his kingly throne,
Just Judgement to decide.
From Judgement he will not decline,
Exactly just and true,
To judge the world, and will assigne
To every man his due.
The Lord moreover will become
A refuge for th' opprest:
In times extreamly troublesome,
Securest place of rest.
In thee will all men trust repose,
That know thy faithfull Name:
For thou hast not forsaken those
That duly seek the same.

2. Part.
UNto the Lord our God sing praise,
That dwells in Zion mount:
And all his wondrous works, and wayes
Unto the Church recount.
When he for blood inquiry makes,
Those he forgets not then:
But into his remembrance takes
The cryes of humble men.
From gates of death thou dost me rear,
Have mercy on my state:
Think on the troubles that I bear,
Of those that do me hate.
That I in Zions daughters gates,
May all thy praise record:
For thy salvation consolates
My thankfull heart, ô Lord.
Sunk down the wicked Heathen are
Into the pit they made:
Their foot is taken in the snare,
Which they themselves have laid:
By doing Judgement God is known,
The wicked man is snar'd
By that destruction which his own
Mischievous hands prepar'd.
The wicked shall be turn'd to Hell,
These God-forgetting men:
For poor men shall not alwayes dwell
In dark oblivions den.
The needies long expecting eyes
For ever shall not fail:
Up Lord, against the Heathen rise,
And let not man prevail.
Let them be judged in thy sight,
And all the Nations then
With fear and dread be danted quite,
And know themselves but men.