Psalms of David 9
9
PSALM IX.
C .M.
1O celebrate thy praise, O Lord
I will my heart prepare;
To all the list’ning world thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.
2The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;
Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.
3Thou mad’st my haughty foes to turn
Their backs in shameful flight;
Struck with thy presence, down they fell,
They perish’d at thy sight.
4Against insulting foes, advanc’d,
Thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,
Where truth and justice reign.
5The insolence of heathen pride
Thou hast reduc’d to shame;
Their wicked offspring quite destroy’d,
And blotted out their name.
6Mistaken foes! your haughty threats
Are to a period come;
Our city stands, which you design’d
To make our common tomb.
7-8The Lord for ever lives, who has
His righteous throne prepar’d,
Impartial justice to dispense;
To punish or reward.
9God is a constant sure defence
Against oppressing rage;
As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.
10All those who have his goodness prov’d
Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne’er forsook the man
That on his help relied.
11Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Sion, his abode;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.
The Second Part.
12When he inquiry makes for blood,
He calls the poor to mind;
The injur’d humble man’s complaint
Relief from him shall find.
13Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
Which spiteful foes create,
Thou, that hast rescu’d me so oft
From death’s devouring gate.
14In Sion then I’ll sing thy praise,
To all that love thy Name;
And with loud shouts of grateful joy
Thy saving pow’r proclaim.
15Deep in the pit they digg’d for me
The heathen pride is laid.
Their guilty feet to their own snare
Are heedlessly betray’d.
16Thus, by the just returns he makes,
The mighty Lord is known;
While wicked men by their own plots
Are shamefully o’erthrown.
17No single sinner shall escape
By privacy obscur’d;
Nor nation from his just revenge
By numbers be secur’d.
18His suff’ring saints, when most distrest,
He ne’er forgets to aid;
Their expectation shall be crown’d,
Though for a time delay’d.
19Arise, O Lord, assert thy pow’r,
And let not man o’ercome;
Descend to judgment, and pronounce
The guilty heathen’s doom.
20Strike terror through the nations round,
Till, by consenting fear,
They to each other and themselves
But mortal men appear.
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
