11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a spirit with such toys as these! "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!" Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at my altar waits, "His harden'd soul divine instruction hates." God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.
13 "Silent I waited with long suffering love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.
14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near:" Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices..