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.
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First Line: | Arise, my gracious GOD |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Courage: in death; Death: of saints and sinners; Despair: and hope in death(5 more...) |