1 While men grow bold in wicked ways,
And yet a God they own,
My heart within me often says,
'Their thoughts believe there's none.'
2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare
(Whate'er their lips profess,)
God hath no wrath for them to fear,
'Nor will they seek his grace.'
3 What strange self flatt'ry blinds their eyes!
But there's a hast'ning hour,
When they shall see with sore surprise
The terrors of thy pow'r.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Tho' mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep, unfathom'd sea.
5 Above the heav'ns created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend:
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature ends.
6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,
Nor overlooks the beast:
Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy children choose to rest.
7 [From thee, when creature streams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.
8 Tho' all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.]
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First Line: | While men grow bold in wicked ways |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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