The Origins Of Virtue - Thanksgiving for Victory and Prayer for Justice Lyrics

Psalm nine
I will praise Thee, O Lord, with my whole heart
I will shew forth all Thy marvelous works
I will be glad and rejoice in Thee
I will sing praise to Thy name, O Thou Most High
When mine enemies are turned back, they shall fall and perish at Thy presence
But Thou hast maintained my right and my cause
Thou satest in the throne, judging right
Thou hast rebuked the heathen
Thou hast destroyed the wicked
Thou hast put out their name forever and ever
O Thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end
And Thou hast destroyed cities
Their memorials is perished with them
But the Lord shall endure forever
He hath prepared His throne for judgment
And He shall judge the world in righteousness
He shall minister judgment to the people in the uprightness
The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble
And they that know Thy name will put their trust in Thee
For Thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee
Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion
Declare among the people His doings
When He maketh inquisition for blood, He remembereth them
He forgotteth not the cry of the humble
Have mercy upon me, O Lord
Consider my trouble, which I suffer, of them that hate me
Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death
That I may shew forth all Thy praise
In the gates of the daughter of Zion, I will rejoice in Thy salvation
The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made
In the net which they hid is their own foot taken
The Lord is known by the judgment which He executeth
The wicked is snared in the work of His own hands
The wicked shall be turned into hell
And all the nations that forget God
For the needy shall not always be forgotten
The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever
Arise, O Lord
Let not man prevail
Let the heathen be judged in Thy sight
Put them in fear, O Lord
That the nations may know themselves to be but men