1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion looses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound;
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
They scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold:
6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make th' oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure.
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First Line: | Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail |
Title: | Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
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Topic: | Atheism: practical; Christ: his Coming, the Sings of it; Complaint: of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc..(8 more...) |