1 When Nan grows bold in Sin,
My Heart within me cries,
"He hath no Faith of God within,
Nor Fear before his Eyes."
2 [He walks a-while 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 Judgments 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When Man grows bold in Sin |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflicted: Submission to them; Atheism: practical; Attributes of God(10 more...) |