1 Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee:
They are but thy chastising rod
To drive thy saints to thee.
2 Behold the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.
3 Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.
5 There's a new heaven begun
When I awake from death,
Drest in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
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First Line: | Arise, my gracious God |
Title: | Portion of Saints and Sinners; or, Hope and Despair in Death |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
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Topic: | Courage: in death; Death: of saints and sinners; Death: courage in it(8 more...) |