Confitebor tibi Donine Ps. 9. T.S.

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

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

3 For that my foes are driven back,
and turned unto flight:
They fall down flat, and are destroyed
by thy great force and might.

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

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

6 My foes thou hast made good dispatch,
and all their towns destroyed:
Thou hast their fame with them defaced,
Through all the world so wide.

7 Know thou that he which is above,
for ever more shall reign:
And in the seat of equity,
true judgment will maintain.

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

9 He is Protector of the poor,
what time they be oppressed:
He is in all adversity
their refuge and their rest:

10 All they that know thy holy Name,
therefore shall thrust in thee:
For thou forsakest not their suite,
in their necessity.

11 Sing Psalms therefore unto the Lord,
that dwells in Zion hill:
Publish among all Nations
his noble acts and will.

12 For he is mindful of the blood
of those that be oppressed.
Forgetting not the afflicted heart,
that seeks to him for rest.

13 Gave mercy Lord on me poor wretch,
Whose enemies still remain:
Which from the gates of death art wont
to raise me up again.

14 In Zion that I may set forth
thy praise with heart and voice:
And that in thy salvation Lord,
my soul may still rejoice.

15 The heathen stick fast in the pit,
that they themselves prepared:
And in the net that they did set,
their own feet fast are snared.

16 God showeth his judgments which were
good for every man to mark:
When as you see the wicked man
lie trapped in his own wark.

17 The wicked, and the sinful men
go down to hell forever:
And all the people of the world,
that will not God remember.

18 But sure the Lord will not forget
the poor mans grief and pain:
The patient people never look
for help of God in vain.

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

20 Lord, strike such terror, fear and dread
into the hearts of them,
That they may know assuredly
they be but mortal men.