1 The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God
Hath sent his summons all abroad,
From dawning light, till day declines:
The list'ning earth his voice hath heard,
And he from Sion hath appear'd,
Where beauty in perfection shines.
2 Our 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.
3 Hear, O my People, Israel, hear;
Thy strong accuser I'll appear;
Thy God, thy only God, am I;
'Tis not of off'rings I complain,
Which, daily in my temple slain,
My sacred altar did supply.
4 Think'st thou that I have any need
On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed,
To eat their flesh, and drink their blood?
The sacrifices I require,
Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
And vows with strictest care made good.
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First Line: | The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Notes: | Public Domain. |