Classic Poem

Part I.

T HEE will I praise with heart and voice,
Thy wondrous works aloud resound;
In Thee, O Lord, will I rejoice,
Thy Name with zealous praises crown'd.

My foes fell by inglorious flight,
Before Thy terrible aspect;
Thy pow'rful hands support my right,
Thou judgment justly dost direct.

The proud are fall'n, the heathen fly;
Oblivion shall their names entomb;
Destruction, O thou enemy,
Hath now receiv'd a final doom.

Thou towns and cities hast destroy'd;
Their memory with them decays;
But God for ever shall abide,
And high His throne of justice raise.

A righteous sceptre shall extend,
And judgment distribute to all:
He will oppressed souls defend,
That in the time of trouble call.

Part II.

Who know Thy Name in Thee will trust,
Thou never wilt forsake Thine own.
Praise Sion's King, O praise the Just,
And make His noble actions known.

Blood 'scapes not His revenging Hand,
He vindicates the poor man's cause;
Lord, my insulting foes withstand,
And draw me from death's greedy jaws;

That I may in the royal gate
Of Sion's daughter raise my voice;
Thy ample praises celebrate,
And in Thy saving health rejoice.

They (fall'n into the pit they made)
Are caught in nets themselves prepar'd;
The Lord His judgments hath display'd,
The wicked in their works insnar'd;

The wicked down to hell shall sink,
And all that do the Lord disdain;
But God will on the needy think,
Nor shall the poor expect in vain.

Lord, let not man prevail; arise,
Th' insulting heathen judge; O then
Let trembling fear their heart surprise,
That they may know they are but men.