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At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain
that God will to his saints be kind
That all whose heart's are pure and clean
shall his protecting favor find,
Till this sustaining truth I knew,
my stagg'ring feet had almost failed;
I grieved the sinner's wealth to view,
and envied when the fools prevailed.
They to the grave in peace descend,
and whilst they live are hale and strong;
No plague or troubles them offend,
which oft to other men belong.
With pride, as with a chain, they're held,
and rapine seems their robe of state;
Their eyes stand out, with fatness swelled,
they grow beyond their wishes great.
With hearts corrupt, and lofty talk,
oppressive methods they defend;
Their tongue through all the earth does walk,
their blasphemies to Heav'n ascend.
And yet admiring crowds are found,
who servile visits duly make,
Because with plenty they abound,
of which their flatt'ring slaves partake.
Their fond opinions these pursue,
till they with them profanely cry,
"How should the Lord our actions view,
can he perceive who dwells so high?"
Behold the wicked! these are they
who openly their sins profess;
And yet their wealth's increased each day,
and all their actions meet success.
Then have I cleansed my heart, said l,
and washed my hands from guilt in vain,
If all the day oppressed I lie,
and every morning suffer pain.
Thus did I once to speak intend;
but, if such things I rashly say,
Thy children, Lord; I must offend,
and basely should their cause betray,
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1696,1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 73:1-15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1821 | # 73 |
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