I will praise You, Lord, with all my heart, Tell the wonders of Your name. Sing of You—whose judgments part The just from the wicked, the weak from their shame. You rebuke the nations, blot out their sin, Shatter their cities till no stone remains. The foe is finished—their rage wears thin, Your throne stands eternal through time and pains. But the Lord is a refuge, a fortress high, Never forsaking those who seek. Sing His praise—He hears the cry Of the crushed, the humble, the poor, the meek. Mercy rises where fear once grew, The snare they set has snapped their own heel. God remembers—the wicked rue, The needy’s hope is heaven’s seal. Arise, O Lord! Let men know their end, Let nations taste their fleeting breath. Strike them with terror, Your arm extend— You judge the world—You conquer death.
