Psalm 9

WIth my whole heart will I set forth
thy praise, O Lord my God,
And all thy great and wondrous works
will publish all abroad.
In thee alone will I be glad,
and joy exceedingly,
And praises will I sing unto
thy name, O Lord, most high.

When all my foes that me assail'd,
are put to shameful flight,
Then shall they stumble and fall down,
and perish at thy sight.
Thou hast in judgement tri'd my cause,
and sentence past for me;
Thou sittest on thy throne on high,
judging with equitie.

Thou hast rebuk'd the Heathen folk,
and wicked utterly
Destroy'd, and hast for evermore
wip't out their memory.
My foe thy desolations cease
henceforth perpetually,
Thou hast pluck'd up Towns, and with them
remov'd their memory.

But know, the Lord Jehovah shall
for evermore remain;
His throne he hath established,
right judgement to maintain.
And he in his due time shall judge
the world in righteousnesse,
And to his people shall dispence
judgement in uprightnesse.

An high safe refuge God shall be
for those that are opprest,
And in the troublous times a place
of refuge and of rest.
And they that know thy name, in thee
their confidence shall place,
Thou Lord didst never yet forsake
those that do seek thy face.

The Second part.

O sing ye praises to the Lord,
that doth in Zion dwell,
Among the people his great acts
and works declare and tell:
When he for bloods enquires he minds
th' afflicted in that day,
Forgetting not the cryes of men
distressed when they pray.

Lord favor me, weigh well the wrongs
which I from foes sustain,
Who even from the gates of death
did'st lift me up again.
That in the gates of Zion I
may shew forth all thy praise,
In thy salvation shal my soul,
O Lord, rejoyce alwayes.

The Heathen sink down in the pit
that they themselves have made,
Their foot is taken in the net
which their own hands have laid;
God by his judgments is well known
which he hath strangely wrought,
When sinners hands do make the snares
wherein themselves are caught.

The wicked into hell shall turn,
destruction is their lot,
And so shall all the Nations
that God remember not.
The needy, though distrest a while,
shall not be still forgot,
And th' expectations of the poor,
defer'd, yet perish not.

Arise, O Lord, and let not man
prevaile still by his might,
And let the Heathen folk at length
be judged in thy sight.
Pursue them with thy terrors Lord,
abase, and bring them low,
And that they are but poor weak men
let all the Nations know.