The Lord Forever Shall Endure

The Lord for­ev­er shall en­dure

He hath for judg­ment set His throne

In right­eous­ness to judge the world

And jus­tice give to ev­ery­one.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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;

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.