Psalms 50:4

• [Psa 50:4] Lord, The Sov­er­eign, Sends His Sum­mons Forth, The

  The Lord, the Sovereign, sends His summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear His justice, and the sinner’s doom: “But gather first My saints,” the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. “Behold, My cov’nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’ eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There’s no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near Me seat My fav’rites and My sons. “I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. “Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal off’rings that were Mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. “If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt’rings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. “Silent I waited with long-suff’ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.” Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, His last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv’rer near.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 97:9

• [Psa 97:9] O God, Thou High And Lofty One

  O God, Thou high and lofty One, Transcending all the rolling spheres, Who wast, and art, and art to come, The same through everlasting years. Thee would we worship and adore, Thy Name extol forevermore. Thou art the Framer of the skies; The heav’ns Thy glory do declare; And nature’s wondrous mysteries, In earth and sky and sea and air, Thy immanence fore’er proclaim Throughout her universal frame. To all Thy works thy power extends; Omnipotent we know Thou art; Thy wisdom matchless comprehends The universe in every part: Past, present, future, unto Thee Are known—one vast eternity. Thou art Thyself in every place, Infinite Life and Light and Love, Confined to neither time nor space; None from Thy presence can remove, Nor any soul hide aught from Thee, Whose presence fills immensity. Prostrate before Thy throne we fall, With reverence worship and adore; Thou art Jehovah, over all, God blessèd now and evermore; Unworthy we to lisp thy Name, Yet justly Thou our praise dost claim. Search Thou our hearts, try all within; Our hearts are open, Lord, to Thee; And if Thou seest aught unclean, From its defilement set us free; Then lead us forth from day to day Within the everlasting way.

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  source: Cyberhymnal