Psalm 9—We were never meant to rule a praiseless worldThe Lord has all the thanks my heart holds. Wherever he walks, the rumor Of him rouses awe, Stuns, stills tongues, And wonder rises in his wake. Though the world twitters On metalled rails toward metalled ends; Though I am estranged From more friends than I can bear; Though the order and justice I long for Only seem to cede to noise and dust, When you arise, you make folly cease.