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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 flatt'rer’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 ev'ry side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of pow'r 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 hast'ning on?
Hast thou not given the 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 sev'n 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 virtue fail |
Title: | Complaint of a general corruption of manners; or, the promise and signs of Christ's coming to judgment |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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