1 When man grows bold in sin,
My heart within me cries,
"He hath no faith of God within,
"Nor fear before his eyes."
[2 He walks awhile conceal'd
In a self-flatt'ring dream,
Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd,
Expose his hateful name.]
3 His heart is false and foul,
His words are smooth and fair;
Wisdom is banish'd from his soul,
And leaves no goodness there.
4 He plots upon his bed
New mischiefs to fulfil;
He sets his heart, and hand, and head,
To practise all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God,
Tho' men renounce his fear;
His justice hid behind the cloud,
Shall one great day appear.
6 His truth transcends the sky,
In heav'n his mercies dwell;
Deep as the sea his judgements lie,
His anger burns to hell.
7 How excellent his love,
Whence all our safety springs!
O never let my soul remove
From underneath his wings!
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First Line: | When man grows bold in sin |
Title: | The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God: or practical atheism exposed |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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