To thee, O God, we render praise, To thee with thanks repair (Tate and Brady)

Verse 1

To Thee, O God, we render Praise, to Thee with Thanks repair; For, that thy Name to us is nigh, thy wond'rous Works declare.

Verse 2

In Israel when my Throne is fix'd, with me shall Justice reign.

Verse 3

The Land with Discord shakes; but I the sinking Frame sustain.

Verse 4

Deluded Wretches I advis'd their Errors to redress; And warn'd bold Sinners, that they should their swelling Pride suppress.

Verse 5

Bear not our selves so high, as if no Pow'r could yours restrain: Submit your stubborn Necks, and learn to speak with less Disdain.

Verse 6

For that Promotion, which to gain your vain Ambition strives, From neither East, nor West, nor yet from Southern Climes arrives.

Verse 7

For God the great Disposer is, and Sov'reign Judge alone, Who casts the Proud to Earth, and lifts the Humble to a Throne.

Verse 8

His Hand holds forth a dreadful Cup; with purple Wine 'tis crown'd; The deadly Mixture, which his Wrath deals out to Nations round. Of this his Saints sometimes may taste; but wicked Men shall squeeze The bitter Dregs, and be condemn'd to drink the very Lees.

Verse 9

His Prophet, I, to all the World this Message will relate: The Justice then of Jacob's God my Song shall celebrate.

Verse 10

The Wicked's Pride I will reduce, their Cruelty disarm; Exalt the Just, and seat him high, above the Reach of Harm.