Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man
the Pow’r Supreme adore?
With what accepted off’rings come
his mercy to implore?
Shall clouds of incense to the skies
with grateful odour speed?
Or victims from a thousand hills
upon the altar bleed?
Does justice nobler blood demand
to save the sinner’s life?
Shall, trembling, in his offspring’s side
the father plunge the knife?
No: God rejects the bloody rites
which blindfold zeal began;
His oracles of truth proclaim
the message brought to man.
He what is good hath clearly shown,
O favoured race! to thee;
And what doth God require of those
who bend to him the knee?
Thy deeds, let sacred justice rule;
thy heart, let mercy fill;
And, walking humbly with thy God,
to him resign thy will.
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Collection of Hymns for Public and Private Worship approved by the Presbytery of Charleston #d150||Thus speaks the heathen, how shall man||John Logan||1796|
|Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R31||Micah 6:6-9: Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man||Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man||8,6,8,6||Micah 6:6-9||1800|