Psalm 75 (Tate & Brady)

1 To thee, O God, we render praise,

to thee with thanks repair;

For that thy Name to us is nigh,

thy wondrous works declare.

2 In Israel when my throne is fixed,

with me shall justice reign:

3 The land with discord shakes, but I

the sinking frame sustain.

4 Deluded wretches I advised

their errors to redress,

And warned bold sinners, that they should

their swelling pride suppress.

5 Bear not yourselves so high, as if

no pow'r could yours restrain;

Submit your stubborn necks, and learn

to speak with less disdain.

6 For that promotion, which to gain

your vain ambition strives,

From neither east, nor west, nor yet

from southern climes arrives.

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.

8 His hand holds forth a dreadful cup,

with purple wine 'tis crowned;

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 condemned

to drink the very lees.

9 His prophet, I to all the world

this message will relate;

The justice then of Jacob's God

my song shall celebrate.

10 The wicked's pride I will reduce,

their cruelty, disarm;

Exalt the just, and seat him high,

above the reach of harm.