The Lord for­ev­er shall en­dure,
He hath for judg­ment set His throne,
In right­eous­ness to judge the world
And jus­tice give to ev­ery­one.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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;

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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