Give ear, O heavens, let me speak;
Let the earth hear the words I utter!
May my discourse come down as the rain,
My speech distill as the dew,
Like showers on young growth,
Like droplets on the grass.
For the name of the Lord I proclaim;
Give glory to our God!
The Rock!--His deeds are perfect,
Yea, all His ways are just;
A faithful God, never false,
True and upright is He,
Children unworthy of Him--
That crooked, perverse generation--
Their baseness has played Him false.