Psalms ‎#52b

52b. The Folly of Self-Dependance

1 Why should the haughty hero boast
His vengeful arm, his warlike host?
While blood defiles his cruel hand,
And desolation wastes the land.

2 He joys to hear the captive's cry,
The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh;
And when the weary'd sword would spare,
His falsehood spreads the fatal snare.

3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong,
And arms with rage his impious tongue;
With pride proclaims his dreadful pow'r,
And b ids the trembling world adore.

4 But God beholds, and with a frown,
Casts to the dust his honours down;
The righteous freed, their hopes recal,
And hail the proud oppressor's fall.

5 How low the insulting tyrant lies,
Who dar'd th' eternal Pow'r despise;
And vainly deem'd with envious joy,
His arm Almighty to destroy.

6 We praise the Lord, who heard our cries,
And sent salvation from the skies;
The saints, who saw our mournful days,
Shall join our grateful songs of praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Why should the haughty hero boast
• Title: The Folly of Self-Dependance
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 52

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