Psalm 4

How long oh sinful sons of men
Will you put my glory to shame
How long will you love your worthless things
How long will you dishonor my name

The Lord will set apart for Himself
Seven thousand who have nor bent the knee
We shall offer the sacrifice of righteousness
To the one who died on the tree

And a mighty harvest there has been
Of gladness as you light up our face
In your presence we dwell and shall forevermore
In a continual and perpetual embrace