81. When man grows bold in sin

1 When man grows bold in sin,
My heart within me cries,
'He hath no faith of God within,
Nor fear before his eyes.'

2 [He walks, a while conceal'd,
In a self-flatt'ring dream,
Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd,
Expose his hateful name.]

3 His heart is false and foul,
His words are smooth and fair;
Wisdom is banish'd from his soul,
And leaves no goodness there.

4 He plots upon his bed,
New mischiefs to fulfil:
He sets his heart, and hand and head,
To practice all that's ill.

5 But there's a dreadful God,
Tho' men renounce his fear;
His justice, hid behind the cloud,
Shall one great day appear.

6 His truth transcends the sky;
In heav'n his mercies dwell;
Deep as the sea his judgments lie,
His anger burns to hell.

7 How excellent his love,
Whence all our safety springs!
O never let my soul remove
From underneath his wings.

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First Line: When man grows bold in sin
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
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