Classic Poem

The Lord is in his holy place,
And from his throne on high
He looks upon the human race
With omnipresent eye.

He proves the righteous, marks their path;
In him the weak are strong;
But violence provokes his wrath,
The Lord abhorreth wrong.

God on the wicked will rain down
Brimstone, and fire, and snares;
The gloom and tempest of his frown;
— This portion shall be theirs.

The righteous Lord will take delight
Alone in righteousness;
The just are pleasing in his sight,
The humble He will bless.