1 Let sinners take their course,
And chuse the road to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light;
I'll seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in surprise
Beneath thine angry rod.
4 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.
5 But I with all my cares
Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.
6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly power can move.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Let sinners take their course |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Afflicted: supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous(2 more...) |