Unto the wicked God saith, Psalm 50:16–17
What hast thou to do to declare My statutes, or that thou shouldest take My covenant in thy mouth? Seeing thou hatest instruction, and casteth My words behind thee.
O that day of dread and wonder,
When to judgment Christ shall come!
When a voice of more than thunder,
Sounding through the silent tomb,
All to their eternal doom!
Midst the crowds who then assemble,
Naked at their judge’s throne,
Who of all the most shall tremble?
They that now among His own
Dwell and worship,
But whom Christ has never known.
Empty forms and loud profession,
Offerings heaped upon His shrine,
Where there is no heart impression,
Cannot please the eye divine.
All is worthless,
Till the spirit, Lord, is Thine.
Light a flame of love within us;
Tune our souls to prayer and praise;
To Thy own blest image win us;
Guide us in Thy righteous ways.
Here convert us,
And at last to glory raise.