1 Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee:
They are but thy chastning rod
To drive thy saints to thee.
2 Behold the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.
3 Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.
5 There's a new heaven begun
When I awake from Death,
Drest in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Arise, my gracious God |
| Title: | Portion of Saints and Sinners; or, Hope and Despair in Death |
| Meter: | Short Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Courage: in death; Death: of saints and sinners; Death: courage in it (8 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |