Rulers of Sodom! Hear the Voice

Rulers of So­dom! hear the voice

Of Heav’n’s eter­nal Lord;

Men of Go­mor­rah! bend your ear

Submissive to His Word.

’Tis thus He speaks; to what in­tent

Are your obla­tions vain?

Why load My al­tars with your gifts

Polluted and pro­fane?

Burnt of­fer­ings long may blaze to Heav’n

And in­cense cloud the skies;

The wor­ship and the wor­ship­er

Are hate­ful in My eyes.

Your rites

your fasts

your pray­ers

I scorn

And pomp of so­lemn days:

I know your hearts are full of guile

And crook­ed are your ways.

But cleanse your hands

ye guil­ty race

And cease from deeds of sin;

Learn in your act­ions to be just

And pure in heart with­in.

Mock not My name with hon­ors vain

But keep My ho­ly laws;

Do jus­tice to the friend­less poor

And plead the wi­dow’s cause.

Then

though your guil­ty souls are stained

With sins of crim­son dye

Yet

through My grace with snow it­self

In white­ness they shall vie.