LXXIIIa. Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed

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 honors in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.

9 Lord what an envious fool I was,
How like a tho'tless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.

10 Yet I was kept from foul 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
Title: Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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