Psalm 50

The God of Gods, Jehovah, shall convent
All from the Orient to the Suns descent.
From Sions Towers (of Beauty the Divine
And full Perfection) shall his Glory shine.
Nor silent comes: devouring flames before,
And round about him horrid Tempests rore.
The righteous Judge, to judge his People, shall
High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call.
Assemble all my Saints, who with one mind
My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd.
Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne;
When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne.
My People, heare; Thy God, O Israel.
Will thee convince, and thy Transgressions tell.
I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice,
Nor fumes, which rarely from my Altars rise:
I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere,
Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare:
For all are Mine, that Woods or Deserts breed,
And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed:
I know all Fowle, which Hils or Valleys yield,
And number all the Cattell of the Field.
Will I, if hungry, unto Thee complaine,
When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe?
Will I eat flesh of Bulls? or canst thou thinke,
That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke?
A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay;
And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay.
Then call on me in trouble; I will raise
Thy Soule from Death, and thou my Name shalt praise.
But O thou Hypocrite! Dar'st thou explaine
My Law? My Covenants with thy lips prophane?
That scorn'st instruction; dost my Word despise;
Consent'st with Theeves, and hast adulterous eyes?
Deceit, and slander tip thy impious tongue:
Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong.
Thus didst thou; this did I with silence see;
So as thou thought'st, that I was like to thee.
But I will thy Hypocrisie uncase;
And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face.
Consider this, O you, who God neglect:
Lest I destroy you, when none can protect.
Who praise for Incense offer, honour Me;
And upright Soules shall my Salvation see.