The Psalms of David ‎#P17a

P17a. Arise, my gracious GOD

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 compleat in Righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's Blood.

5 There's a new Heav'n begun
When I awake from Death,
Drest in the Likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal Breath.

Text Information

• First Line: Arise, my gracious GOD
• Meter: Short Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Scripture:
  Psalm 17:13-15
• Topic: Courage: in death; Death: of saints and sinners; Despair: and hope in death; Grace: tried by afflictions; Heaven: of separate souls and resurrection; Portion of saints and sinners; Resurrection: of the saints; Souls in a separate State
• Notes: Public Domain.

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