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.

When back my ene­mies were turned,
They fell and per­ished at Thy sight.
Thou hast main­tained my right and cause,
And on Thy throne sat judg­ing right.

The na­tions, Lord, Thou hast re­buked,
The wick­ed Thou hast ov­er­thrown;
Their ve­ry names are blot­ted out,
That they may ne­ver more be known.

Their ru­in Thou hast made com­plete;
Their ci­ties Thou hast laid in heaps;
With them their name has passed away,
Their me­mo­ry in obli­vi­on sleeps.

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

Jehovah shall a re­fuge prove,
A re­fuge strong for poor op­pressed;
A safe re­treat where wea­ry souls
In troub­lous times may find a rest.