1 When man grows bold in sin My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, Nor fear before his eyes."
2 [He walks awhile conceal'd In a self-flattering dream, Till his dark crimes at once reveal'd Expose his hateful name.]
3 His heart is false and foul, His words are smooth and fair; Wisdom is banish'd from his soul, And leaves no goodness there.
4 He plots upon his bed New mischiefs to fulfil; He sets his heart, and hand, and head, To practise all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God, Tho' men renounce his fear; His justice hid behind the cloud Shall one great day appear.
6 His truth transcends the sky; In heaven his mercies dwell; Deep as the sea his judgments lie, His anger burns to hell.
7 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs! O never let my soul remove From underneath his wings.
Psalm 37:1. 1-15. First Part. The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief; or, The rewards of the righteous, and the wicked; or, The world's hatred, and the saint's patience.
1 Why should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies.
2 As flowery grass cut down at noon, Before the evening fades So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food.
4 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil.
3 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon.
6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches with abundant peace, To humble souls are given.