75 Unto Thee lyrics

Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks

Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks

For that thy name is near

Thy wondrous works, they declare

When I shall receive the congregation

I will judge uprightly

The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved

I bear up the pillars of it

Selah

I said unto the fools, deal not foolishly

And to the wicked, lift not up your horn

Not up your horn

Lift not up your horn on high

Speak not with a stiff neck

For promotion cometh neither from the east

Nor from the west, or from the south

But God is the judge, he putteth down one

And setteth up another

For in the hand of the Lord, there is a cup

And the wine is red

It's full of mixture

And he poureth out the same

But the dregs thereof

All the wicked of the earth shall wring them out

And so drink them

But I will declare forever

I will sing praises to the God of Jacob

All the horns of the wicked also, will I cut off

But the horns of the righteous

The horns of the righteous shall be exalted