With Heart And Mouth Unto The Lord

With heart and mouth to thee, O Lord,
will I sing laud and praise,
And speak of all thy wondrous works,
and them declare always.

I will be glad and much rejoice
in thee, O God most high,
And make my songs extol thy Name
above the starry sky.

Because my foes are driven back
and turned unto flight,
They do fall down, and are destroy’d
by thy great pow’r and might.

Thou hast avenged all my wrong,
my grief and all my grudge;
Thou dost with justice hear my cause
most like a righteous Judge.

Thou dost rebuke the heathen folk,
and wicked so confound,
That afterwards the memory
of them cannot be found.

Destructions to an end are come,
and cities overthrown;
With them likewise is perished
their fame and great renown.

Know thou that he who is above
for evermore shall reign,
And in the seat of equity
true judgment will maintain.

With justice he will keep and guide
the world and every wight;
And so will yield with equity
to every man his right.

He is protector of the poor,
what time they be opprest;
He is in all adversity
their refuge and their rest.

And they that know thy holy Name,
therefore shall trust in thee;
For thou forsakest not their suit
in their necessity.

The Second Part.

Sing psalms therefore unto the Lord,
who dwells on Sion hill;
Among the people all declare
his noble acts and will.

For he is mindful of the blood
of them that be opprest,
Forgetting not the humble man
that seeks to him for rest.

Have mercy, Lord, on me, because
my foes do yet remain;
Who from the gates of death art wont
to raise me up again:

In Sion that I may set forth
thy praise with heart and voice;
And that in thy salvation great
my soul may still rejoice.

The heathen stick fast in the pit,
which they themselves prepar’d;
And in the net that they did hide
their own feet are ensnar’d.

By judgments great the Lord is known,
whilst wicked men are caught,
And fast intangled in the work
which their own hands nave wrought.

The wicked and deceitful men
go down to hell below,
And all the people of the world
that God refuse to know.

But sure the Lord will not forget
the poor man’s grief and pain;
The patient people never look
for help of him in vain.

O Lord, arise, lest men prevail,
that be of worldly might;
And let the heathen folk receive
their judgment in thy sight.

Lord, strike such terror, fear, and dread
into their hearts, and then
They will be forced to confess
themselves to be but men.