1 While men grow bold in wicked ways,
And yet a God they own,
My heart within me often says,
"Their thoughts believe there's none."
2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare
(What e'er their lips profess)
God hath no wrath for them to fear,
Nor will they seek his grace.
3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes!
But there's a hast'ning hour,
When they shall see, with sore surprise
The terrors of thy pow'r.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep, unfathom'd sea.
5 Above the heav'ns created rounds
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds,
Where time and nature end.
6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,
Nor overlooks the beast;
Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy children chuse to rest.
7 [From thee, when creature-streams run low.
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.
8 Though all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.]
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First Line: | While men grow bold in wicked ways |
Title: | Practical Atheism exposed; or, The Being and Attributes of God asserted |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | ; ; |