1 My Refuge is the GOD of Love,
Why do my Foes insult, and cry,
"Fly like a timorous trembling Dove,
"To distant Woods or Mountains fly."
2 If Government be all destroy'd,
(That firm Foundation of our Peace)
And Violence makes Justice void,
Where shall the Righteous seek Redress?
3 The Lord in Heaven has fix'd his Throne,
His Eye surveys the World below;
To him all mortal Things are known,
His Eye-lids search our Spirits through.
4 If he afflicts his Saints so far,
To prove their Love, and try their Grace,
What may the bold Transgressors fear?
His very Soul abhors their Ways.
5 On impious Wretches he shall rain
Tempests of Brimstone, Fire and Death,
Such as he kindled on the Plain
Of Sodom, with his angry Breath.
6 The righteous Lord loves righteous Souls,
Whose Thoughts and Actions are sincere;
And with a gracious Eye beholds
The Men that his own Image bear.
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First Line: | My Refuge is the God of Love |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Corruption of Manners general; Evil Magistrates; Evil times(4 more...) |