A Poem from Psalm 83

O God, please do not keep silence;
Do not hold Your peace or be still.
Your enemies have raised their heads
And scheme against Your sov'reign will.

O God, make them like whirling dust,
Like refuse blown before the wind.
Pursue them like consuming fire
And terrify them with their sin.

Humble them – fill them with shame,
That they may seek Your glorious Name.