The Lord forever shall endure,
He hath for judgment set His throne,
In righteousness to judge the world
And justice give to everyone.
Lord, Thee I’ll praise with all my heart,
And all Thy wondrous works proclaim;
In Thee, O Thou most high, I’ll joy,
And sing the praise of Thy great name.
Jehovah shall a refuge prove,
A refuge strong for poor oppressed,
A safe retreat, where weary souls
In troublous times may find a rest.
And they, O Lord, that know Thy name,
Their confidence in Thee will place;
For Thou, Jehovah, never hast
Forsaken them that seek Thy face.
Sing praises to the Lord most high,
To Him that doth in Zion dwell;
Declare His mighty deeds abroad,
His deeds among all people tell.
When He inquiry makes for blood,
He calls to mind the murderer’s deed;
Nor will forget the humble saints,
Who cry to Him in time of need.
Lord, have mercy, and regard
The grief which I from foes sustain;
O Thou, who from the gates of death
Dost raise me up to life again;
That I, in Zion’s daughter’s gates,
May sing Thy praise with cheerful voice:
In that salvation Thou dost bring,
Redeemed from death, I will rejoice.
The heathen in that pit are sunk
Which they had wickedly prepared;
Their net was cunningly concealed,
And in it are their own feet snared.
The Lord is by the judgment known
Which He in righteousness has wrought;
The hands of sinners make the snares,
The snares with which themselves are caught.
The wicked turned to hell shall be,
And nations that forget the Lord:
The needy shall not be forgot,
Nor poor men lose their hoped reward.
Arise, and let not man prevail;
O Lord, judge heathen in Thy sight;
That they may know themselves but men,
The nations of the world affright.