1 O Lord, thou Judge of all the earth,
To whom all vengeance doth belong,
Arise and show thy glory forth,
Requite the proud, condemn the wrong.
2 How long, O Lord, in boastful pride
Shall wicked men triumphant stand?
How long shall they afflict thy saints
And scorn thy wrath, thy dreadful hand?
3 Be wise, ye fools and brutish men;
Shall not he see who formed the eye?
Shall not he hear who formed the ear,
And judge, who reigneth, God most high?
4 The Lord will judge in righteousness,
From him all truth and knowledge flow;
The foolish thoughts of wicked men,
How vain they are the Lord doth know.
5 That man is blest whom thou, O Lord,
With chast'ning hand dost teach thy will,
For in the day when sinners fall
That man in peace abideth still.
6 Unless the Lord had been my help,
My life had quickly passed away;
But when my foot had almost slipped,
O Lord, thy mercy was my stay.