Words: Bert Polman, alt.

Music: R. Boyd, Kentucky Harmony, 1816

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O mighty rulers, can you claim
that you speak righteousness?
Do you defend the poor and weak
in truth and uprightness?
No, in your heart you plot and scheme;
injustice marks your life;
you deal out violence on the earth
and foster human strife.

The wicked from their birth tell lies,
they sin, they go astray;
they have the venom of a snake,
they do not heed God's way.
God shall destroy His enemies
and scatter all their might;
the wicked shall be swept away
and vanish into night.

The righteous victims will rejoice
when vengeance is complete;
their triumph is God's sov'reign pow'r,
which saves them from defeat.
Then all will say, "The righteous still
receive a sure reward;
the earth shall see there is a God
who judges all as Lord."

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