English poem
PSALM LXXXII. 2d Meetre
by John Barnard (1815–1882)
Amidst th' Assemblies of the Great, The World's great Ruler takes his Seat, And earthly Gods doth judge; (and says) "How long will ye pervert the Laws, "Accept the Person, plead the Cause, "Of such as walk in wicked Ways. "Defend the Poor, and Fatherless; "To such as are in deep Distress "Impartial Justice let be done. "Loose the Oppressed's heavy Bands; "And, from the Wicked's griping Hands, "Deliver ye the needy one. They know not, nor will understand, They walk in Darkness; thro' the Land, The Earth's Supports are overthrown. "You I have honour'd with my Name, "And styl'd you Gods; ye all, in Fame, "For Sons of the Most-High have shone. "But ye shall die, like common Men, "Like other Princes fall; and then "Account to me, for all your Wrongs. Arise, O God, to judge the Earth; For ev'ry Nation from it's Birth, To Thee, by sov'reign Right belongs.