Classic Poem

God sits upon the throne of kings,
And judges unto judgment brings.
Why then so long
Maintain you wrong,
And favour lawless things?

Defend the poor, the fatherless,
Their crying injuries redress,
And vindicate
The desolate,
Whom wicked men oppress.

For they of knowledge have no light,
Nor will to know, but walk in night.
Earth's bases fail;
No laws prevail;
Scarce one in heart upright.

Though gods and sons of the Most High,
Yet you like common men shall die,
Like princes fall.
Great God, judge all
The earth, Thy monarchy.