1 My GOD, the Steps of pious Men
Are order'd by thy Will;
Tho' they should fall, they rise again,
Thy Hand supports them still.
2 The Lord delights to see their Ways,
Their Virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his Grace,
Nor leave the Man he loves.
3 The heav'nly Heritage is theirs,
Their Portion and their Home;
He feeds them now, and makes them Heirs
Of Blessings long to come.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye Sons of Men,
Nor fear when Tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their Pride was vain,
When Justice casts them down.
Pause.
5 The haughty Sinner have I seen,
Nor fearing Man nor God,
Like a tall Bay-Tree fair and green,
Spreading his Arms abroad.
6 And, lo! he vanish'd from the Ground,
Destroy'd by Hands unseen;
Nor Root, nor Branch, nor Leaf was found
Where all that Pride had been.
7 But mark the Man of Righteousness,
His sev'ral Steps attend;
True Pleasure runs thro' all his Ways,
And peaceful is his End.
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First Line: | My GOD, the Steps of pious Men |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Charity: to the poor; Death: of saints and sinners; End of Righteous and Wicked(9 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |