THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XCIV

Jehovah, God of Vengeance, shine Forth, in thy Justice, bright, Arise, thou Judge of all the Earth; Thy haughty Foes requite. How long, O Lord, shall wicked Men, How long, triumph, shall they? How long throw out, and hard Things speak, And glory in their Way? Thy People, Lord, they grind to Dust; Thy Heritage oppress; The Widow, and the Stranger, slay; And murder, Fatherless. "Yet say they, God doth not behold; "Nor Iacob's God discern. Ye bruitish People think; ye Fools, When will ye Wisdom learn. Shall he, who plants the Ear, not hear? Nor see, who form'd Man's Eyes? He that whole Nations doth rebuke, Fools shall not he chastise? Shall not he know, who teacheth Men The Knowledge they attain? Iehovah knows the Tho'ts of Man, That they are very vain.