Lord, Thee I’ll Praise with All My Heart

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.