009) Psalm 9
8.6.8.6.
1 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare; To all the list’ning world thy works, thy wondrous works, declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul exalted pleasure bring;
Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High, triumphant praise I sing.
3 Thou mad’st my haughty foes to turn their backs in shameful flight;
Struck with thy presence, down they fell, they perished at thy sight.
4 Against insulting foes advanced, thou didst my cause maintain; My right asserting from thy throne, where truth and justice reign.
5 The insolence of heathen pride thou hast reduced to shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroyed, and blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes! your haughty threats are to a period come; Our city stands, which you designed to make our common tomb.
7,8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous throne prepared, Impartial justice to dispense; to punish or reward.
9 God is a constant sure defense against oppressing rage; As troubles rise, his needful aids in our behalf engage.
10 All those who have his goodness proved will in his truth confide; Whose mercy ne’er forsook the man that on his help relied.
11 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, from Zion, his abode;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world confess no other God.