O Lord, Thou Judge of All the Earth

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.