The Psalms of David ‎#XVIIb

XVIIb. The Sinner's Portion, and Saint's Hope; or, The Heaven of seperate Souls, and the Resurrection

1 Lord, I am thine: But thy wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword. the hand is thine.

2 Their hope and portion lie below;
’Tis all the happiness they know,
’Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.

3 What sinners value, I resign;
LORD, ’tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

4 This life’s a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?

5 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my GOD!
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
'Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains in sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I am thine: But thy wilt prove
• Title: The Sinner's Portion, and Saint's Hope; or, The Heaven of seperate Souls, and the Resurrection
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 17
• Notes: Public Domain.

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