Psalm 9
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
Note: This page also has a Long Metre and a Short Metre version of this psalm
1 Lord, thee I'll praise with all my heart,
Thy wonders all proclaim.
O thou, Most High, in thee I'll joy,
And gladly praise thy name.
2 When back my foes were turned, they fell,
And perished at thy sight:
My right and cause thou hast maintained;
Enthroned didst judge aright.
3 The nations all thou hast rebuked,
The wicked overthrown;
Thou hast put out their names, that they
May never more be known.
4 O enemy, destructions have
An end perpetual:
Thou, cities hast destroyed, and lost
Is their memorial.
5 The Lord forever shall endure,
For judgment sets his throne;
In righteousness to judge the world,
And justice give each one.
6 God also will a refuge be
For those who are oppressed;
A refuge will he ever prove
For those that are distressed.
7 And they who know thy name, in thee
Their confidence will place;
For thou hast not forsaken them
Who truly seek thy face.
8 O sing ye praises to the Lord,
Who dwells on Zion Mount;
Among the people every where
His mighty deeds recount.
9 When he inquireth after blood,
He then remembers them;
The humble he will not forget
Who call upon his name.
10 Lord, pity me; behold the grief
Which I from foes sustain;
O thou, who from the gates of death
Dost raise me up again.
11 That I, in Zion's daughters' gates,
May all thy praise relate;
And that I ever may rejoice
In thy salvation great.
12 The heathen are sunk in the pit
Which they themselves prepared;
And in the net which they have hid
Their own feet fast are snared.
13 The Lord is by the judgment known
Which he himself hath wrought;
The sinners' hands do make the snares
With which themselves are caught.
14 They who are wicked, into hell
Shall driven be with shame;
And all the nations that forget
The Lord's most holy name.
15 The Lord will not forever be
Unmindful of the poor;
Nor shall the hope of needy ones
Be lost forevermore.
16 Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;
Judge heathen in thy sight:
That they may know themselves but men;
The nations, Lord, affright.
1 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.
2 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.
3 The nations, Lord, thou hast rebuked,
The wicked thou hast overthrown;
Their very names are blotted out,
That they may never more be known.
4 Their ruin thou hast made complete;
Their cities thou hast laid in heaps;
With them their name has passed away~
Their mem'ry in oblivion sleeps.
5 The Lord forever shall endure,
He hath for judg'ment set his throne,
In righteousness to judge the world,
And justice give to every one.
6 Jehovah shall a refuge prove,
A refuge strong for poor oppressed,
A safe retreat, where weary souls
In troublous times may find a rest.
7 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.
8 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.
9 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.
10 O 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;
11 That I, in Zion's daughters' gates,
May sing thy praise with cheerful voice:
In that salvation thou dost bring,
Redeemed from death ! will rejoice.
12 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.
13 The Lord is by the judg'ment known
Which he in righteousness has wrought;
The hands of sinners make the snares,
The snares with which themselves are caught.
14 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.
15 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.
1 My heart shall praise the Lord,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy,
and celebrate thy name.
2 Lord, when my foes turn back,
They perish at thy sight;
Thou hast maintained my righteous cause
Enthroned, thou judgest right.
3 Thou heathen hast rebuked,
The wicked overthrown;
And blotted out their very name;
It shall no more be known.
4 The foe in ruin lies,
Made desolate and waste;
His cities all hast thou destroyed,
Their memory erase.
5 But God shall ever reign,
His throne eternal stands;
He'll judge the world in righteousness,
And rule by just commands.
6 A refuge God will be,
For those whom foes oppress;
A tower of strength he ever proves
In seasons of distress.
7 And they that know thy name,
In thee their trust will place;
For thou hast not forsaken them
That truly seek thy face.
8 Sing praise to Zion's God,
And all his works declare;
When he inquireth after blood,
He makes the meek his care.
9 Lord, see what I endure
From foes that do me hate;
Have mercy, thou, who liftest me
From death's devouring gate.
10 That I in Zion's gate
May utter all thy praise;
And may, in thy salvation great,
A song of gladness raise.
11 The heathen nations sink
In pits which they prepared;
And in the nets which they have hid,
Their own feet fast are snared.
12 The Lord most High is known
By judgments he hath wrought;
For sinners' hands have made the snares
By which their feet are caught.
13 The wicked into hell
Shall yet be turned to shame;
And all the nations that forget
The Lord's most holy name.
14 The Lord will not forget
The needy when they cry;
Nor always disappoint the poor,
Who on his word rely.
15 Rise, let not man prevail,
Judge heathen in thy sight;
That they may know themselves but men,
The nations, Lord, affright.