To Thee, O God! Our Thanks We Rear

To Thee

O God! our thanks we rear

To Thee our thanks and pray­er;

For that Thy name is ev­er near

Thy won­drous works de­clare.

I’ll judge up­right­ly

when our train

In due as­sem­bly stand;

Tho’ weak the earth

I will sus­tain

The pil­lars of the land.

Already to th’un­wise I cry

“Ah! why thus mad­ly deal;

Or why

your horn ex­alt­ed high

Such bold pre­sump­tion feel?

Raise not your horn

nor with rude mouth

Dispense your im­pi­ous lies;

For not from east

or west

or south

Shall your pro­mo­tion rise.

And why? our judge is God alone

He go­verns by His will:

He pulls the migh­ty from their throne

Their place while oth­ers fill.

Red and well mixed

with­in His hand

He bears a dead­ly cup:

The dregs

the wick­ed at com­mand

Shall suck and swal­low up.

But I’ll the Lord of Ja­cob bless

His name for ev­er praise;

The un­right­eous’ horns will I de­press

The right­eous I will raise.