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1 Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind
To Men of Heart sincere;
Yet once my foolish Thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on Despair.
2 I griev'd to see the Wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry Breath,
"How pleasant and profane they live?
"How peaceful is their Death!
3 "With well-fed Flesh and haughty Eyes,
"They lay their Fears to sleep;
"Against the Heav'ns their Slanders rise,
"While Saints in Silence weep.
4 "In vain I lift my Hands to pray,
"And cleanse my Heart in vain,
"For I am chasten'd all the Day,
"The Night renews my Pain."
5 Yet while my Tongue indulg'd Complaints,
I felt my Heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy Saints,
And grieve the Men I Love."
6 But still I found my Doubts too hard,
The Conflict too severe,
Till I retir'd to search thy Word,
And learn thy Secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic Glass,
I saw the Sinner's Feet
High mounted on a slipp'ry Place,
Beside a fi'ry Pit.
8 I heard the Wretch profanely boast,
'Till at thy Frown he fell;
His Honours in a Dream were lost,
And he awakes in Hell.
9 Lord, what an envious Fool I was!
How like a thoughtless Beast!
Thus to suspect thy promis'd Grace,
And think the Wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full Despair,
Upheld by Pow'r unknown;
That blessed Hand that broke the Snare,
Shall guide me to thy Throne.
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First Line: | Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Prosperity dangerous; Providence: its mystery unfolded |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |