Psalm L.
1
The mighty God hath spoke,
To all both far and near:
And all the earth from east to west,
Hath summon'd to appear.
2
From Sions beauteous hill,
His lightnings forth shall break:
Our God will come, and thus to all,
In fire and tempests speak.
3
He to the heavens will call,
And to the earth below:
That, how he will his people judge,
They all may hear and know.
4
Assemble ye to me
My saints, it shall be said;
Who have a covenant with me,
By sacrifices made.
5
The heavens shall then declare,
How just his judgment is:
For God himself will be the judge,
Who cannot judge amiss.
6
Hear me, O Israel,
And I will testifie:
I am thy only God and Lord;
There is none else but I.
7
I will not thee reprove.
For offerings made by fire:
'Tis not thy daily sacrifice,
That I so much desire.
8
No bullock will I take,
Nor yet hee goat of thine:
The cattle on a thousand hills,
And forrests all are mine.
9
The fowls on mountains high
To me are throughly known:
And all wild beasts about the fields,
Belong to me alone.
10
Although I hungry were,
I would not tell it thee:
The world and all that is therein,
Of right belongs to me.
11
That I eat flesh of bulls,
Art thou so vain to think?
Or that I any pleasure take,
The blood of goats to drink?
12
The sacrifice of praise,
Is that the Lord requires:
To pay those vows to God most high,
Is what he most desires.
13
And then if troubles come,
And thou to me shalt cry:
I will thee save, and thou my name
Shalt praise and glorifie.
14
But to the wicked man,
My laws how dar'st thou teach?
Or what hast thou, saith God, to do,
My covenant to preach?
15
Who dost my word despise,
And my instructions hate;
And with adulterers and thieves,
Thy self associate.
16
Thy mouth to lying words,
And slanders thou dost use:
To rail against thy brother dear,
And mother's son abuse.
17
Thou thought'st me like thy self,
Because I held my peace:
But I'll convince thee of thy crimes,
And prove them to thy face.
18
Consider this, all ye,
No fear of God that have:
Left I should you in pieces tear,
And there be none to save.
19
The man that offers praise,
Is he that honours me:
And he that leads his life aright,
Shall my salvation see.
