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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 50</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last judgment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,<br>Calls the south nations and awakes the north;<br>From east to west the sounding orders spread,<br>Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:<br>No more shall atheists mock his long delay;<br>His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;<br>Tempest and fire attend him down the sky:<br>Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come<br>To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:<br>&quot;But gather first my saints,&quot; the Judge commands,<br>&quot;Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,<br>Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood,<br>And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,<br>That paid the ancient worship or the new,<br>There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,<br>And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I, their Almighty Savior and their God,<br>I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad<br>My just eternal sentence, and declare<br>Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:<br>Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;<br>I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain<br>Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain<br>Without the flames of love; in vain the store<br>Of brutal off'rings that were mine before;<br>Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,<br>Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?<br>When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood?<br>Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows,<br>Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows?<br>Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold,<br>Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please<br>A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these,<br>While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,<br>Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong?<br>In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,<br>Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love,<br>But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?<br>And cherish such an impious thought within,<br>That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin?<br>Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll,<br>And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;<br>Awake before this dreadful morning rise;<br>Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,<br>Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend<br>Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear<br>Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:
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