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THOU DIDST SET THEM ON SLIPPERY PLACES




Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine!


But O their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.


Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again;
There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.


Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a prelude to their plagues.


Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.


---Alternative verses---


Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ps 73; Ps 73:3;
      MUSIC
      Name: DUKE STREET
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1793
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)

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