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1 See how the worthless bramble stands
Beneath a burning sky;
Wither'd and parch'd in barren sands,
And only grows to die.
2 Such is the sinner's awful case,
Who makes the world his trust;
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.
3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up;
He lives a while, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.
4 But happy he whose hopes depend
Upon the Lord alone;
The soul that trusts in such a friend
Can ne'er be overthrown.
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First Line: | See how the worthless bramble stands |
Title: | Trust of the wicked and the righteous |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Righteous: Their trust |