6-8s. Psalm ix. 1 THEE will I praise with all my heart, And tell mankind how good thou art, How marvellous thy works of grace; Thy name I will in songs record, And joy and glory in my Lord, Extolled above all thanks and praise.
2 The Lord will save his people here; In times of need their Help is near, To all by sin and hell oppressed; And they that know thy name will trust In thee, who to thy promise just Hast never left a soul distressed.
3 The Lord is by his judgments known; He helps his poor afflicted one, His sorrows all he bears in mind; The mourner shall not always weep, Who sows in tears in joy shall reap, With grief who seeks with joy shall find.
4 A helpless soul that looks to thee Is sure at last thy face to see, And all thy goodness to partake; The sinner who for thee doth grieve, And longs, and labours to believe, Thou never, never wilt forsake.
