Psalms of David 50
50
PSALM L.
8.8.8. 8.8.8. (113th)
1THE Lord hath spoke, themighty God
Hath sent his summons all abroad,
From dawning light, till day declines:
2The list’ning earth his voice hath heard,
And he from Sion hath appear’d,
Where beauty in perfection shines.
3-4Our God shall come, and keep no more
Misconstru’d silence, as before;
But wasting flames before him send:
Around shall tempests fiercely rage,
While he does heav’n and earth engage
His just tribunal to attend.
5-6Assemble all my saints to me,
(Thus runs the great divine decree,)
That in my lasting cov’nant live;
And off’rings bring with constant care:
The heav’ns his justice shall declare;
For God himself shall sentence give.
7Attend, my people; Israel, hear;
Thy strong accuser I’ll appear;
Thy God, thy only God, am I:
8’Tis not of off rings I complain,
Which, daily in my temple slain,
My sacred altar did supply.
9Will this alone atonement make
No bullock from thy stall I’ll take,
Nor he-goat from thy fold accept;
10The forest beasts that range alone,
The cattle too are all my own,
That on a thousand hills are kept.
11I know the fowls, that build their nests
In craggy rocks; and savage beasts,
That loosely haunt the open fields:
12If seiz’d with hunger I could be,
I need not seek relief from thee,
Since the world’s mine, and all it yields.
13Think’st thou that I have any need
On slaughter’d bulls and goats to feed;
To eat their flesh and drink their blood?
14The sacrifices I require,
Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
And vows with strictestcare made good.
15In time of trouble call on me,
And I will set thee safe and free,
And thou returns of praise shalt make:
16But to the wicked thus saith God,
How dar’st thou teach my laws abroad,
Or in thy mouth my cov’nant take?
17For stubborn thou, confirm’d in sin,
Hast proof against instruction been,
And of my word didst lightly speak:
18When thou a subtle thief didst see,
Thou gladly didst with him agree,
And with adult’rers didst partake.
19Vile slander is thy chief delight,
Thy tongue, by envy mov’d and spite,
Deceitful tales doth hourly spread:
20Thou dost with hateful scandals wound
Thy brother, and with lies confound
The offspring of thy mother’s bed.
21These things didst thou, whom still I Strove
To gain with silence and with love;
Till thou didst wickedly surmise,
That I was such a one as thou:
But I’ll reprove and shame thee now,
And set thy sins before thine eyes.
22Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I own.
Let all my bolts of vengeance fly,
Whilst none shall dare your cause to
23Who praises me, due honour gives;
And to the man that justly lives,
My strong salvation shall be shewn.
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Psalms of David 50: MP1696
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
