• David Veliquette


To the chief musician, a Psalm of David

With all of my heart, Lord, Oh, You will I praise; All Your works of wonder I’ll show forth and raise.

And I will be glad and rejoice in You, Lord: I’ll sing praise to Your name, O God, most adored.

When my foes are turned back and they’ve lost their place; Then they will soon fall and will fade from Your face.

For You have maintained right, my just cause, my plea; And You sit on Your throne and judge righteously.

You rebuked the heathen, the wicked destroyed; For You did blot their name, for all time made void.

Oh you foe, destructions are ended forever: And You have spoiled cities; their memory sever.

But it’s so, the Lord shall endure evermore: And He has prepared it: His throne; judgment for.

And He’ll judge the world in true righteousness, He’ll minister judgment to all in fairness.

The Lord is a refuge for all the oppressed, A refuge in trouble, whenever distressed.

And those who know Your name put their trust in You: LORD, You’ve not forsaken the ones who pursue.

Sing praise to the Lord, Who sits on Zion’s throne; Among all the nations make all His deeds known.

For He Who avenges blood remembers yet; The cry of afflicted ones He won’t forget.

Have mercy, Oh Lord, on my hurt from foes hate; For You are the One Who lifts up from death’s gate.

All Your praise to show forth in Zion’s daughter’s gate; And in Your salvation I will jubilate.

The nations they fell in the pit that they hollowed; By the net they’ve hidden has their foot been swallowed.

The Lord is made known by His justice prepared; By work of their own hands the wicked are snared.

The wicked are turned back and into hell trod; And even the nations forgetful of God.

The needy shall not be forgotten forever; The hope of the humble will not perish ever.

Arise, Oh Lord, do not let man show his might; Before You let nations be judged in Your sight.

Oh Lord, you must put them in fear once again; That nations may know themselves to be but men.

So you break the arm of the wicked, bad one; And seek out his evil until you’ve found none.

The Lord he is King now forever, always; The heathen from his land have perished, gone away.

The humble’s desire, Oh Lord you will hear; Their heart you will strengthen, to them turn your ear.

To vindicate orphans, to judge the oppressed, The man of the earth he may no more oppress.

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