The migh­ty God, Je­ho­vah, speaks
And calls the earth from sea to sea;
From beau­te­ous Zi­on God shines forth,
He comes and will not si­lent be;
Devouring flame be­fore Him goes,
And dark the tem­pest round Him grows.

He calls aloud to Heav­en and earth
That He may just­ly judge His own:
My chos­en saints to­ge­ther bring
Who sac­ri­fice to Me alone;
The heav’ns His right­eous­ness de­clare,
For God Him­self as judge is there.

“Hear, O My peo­ple, I will speak,
Against thee I will tes­ti­fy;
Give ear to Me, O Is­ra­el,
For God, thy co­ve­nant God, am I;
I do not spurn thy sac­ri­fice,
Thy of­fer­ings are be­fore My eyes.

“I will re­ceive from out thy fold
No of­fer­ing for My ho­ly shrine;
The cat­tle on a thousand hills
And all the for­est beasts are Mine;
Each mount­ain bird to Me is known,
Whatever roams the field I own.

“Behold, if I should hun­gry grow,
I would not tell My need to thee,
For all the world it­self is Mine,
And all its wealth be­longs to Me;
Why should I aught of thee re­ceive,
My thirst or hun­ger to re­lieve?

Bring thou to God the gifts of thanks,
And pay thy vows to God Most High;
Call ye up­on My ho­ly name
In days when sore dis­tress is nigh;
Deliverance I will send to thee,
And prais­es thou shalt give to Me.