Psalm 9

Thee will I praise with Heart and Voice,
Thy wondrous Workes aloud resound:
In thee, O Lord, will I rejoyce;
Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd.
My Foes fell by inglorious flight,
Before thy terrible Aspect:
Thy powerfull Hands support my Right;
Thou Judgement justly dost direct.
The proud are falne, the Heathen flie;
Oblivion shall their names intombe:
Destruction, O thou Enemie,
Hath now receiv'd a finall doome.
Thou Townes and Cities hast destroy'd;
Their memorie with them decayes:
But God for ever shall abide,
And high his Throne of Justice raise.
A righteous Scepter shall extend;
And Judgement distribute to all:
He will oppressed Soules defend,
That in the time of Trouble call.
Who know thy Name in thee will trust;
Thou never wilt forsake thine Owne.
Praise Sions King, O praise the Just,
And make his noble Actions knowne.
Bloud scapes not his revenging hand;
He vindicates the Poore mans Cause.
Lord, my insulting Foes withstand,
And draw me from Deaths greedy Jawes;
That I may in the Royall Gate
Of Sions Daughter raise my Voice;
Thy ample Praises celebrate,
And in thy saving health rejoyce.
They (falne into the Pit they made)
Are caught in Nets themselves prepar'd.
The Lord his Judgements hath displayd:
The Wicked in their workes insnar'd:
The Wicked downe to Hell shall sinke,
And all that doe the Lord disdaine.
But God will on the Needy thinke;
Nor shall the Poore expect in vaine.
Lord, let not Man prevaile; arise;
Th' Insulting Heathen judge: O then
Let trembling Feare their heart surprize;
That they may know they are but Men.