150. The mystery of Providence unfolded

1 Sure there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain;
Though men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.

2 I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine,
While haughty fools with scornful eyes
In robes of honor shine.

[3 Pamper'd with wonton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair,
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.

4 Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,
Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

5 Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God:
Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I with flowing tears
Indulg'd my doubts to rise;
"Is there a God that sees or hears
"The things below the skies?

7 The tumult of my thought
Held me in hard suspense,
'Till to thy house my feet were brought
To learn thy justice thence.

8 Thy word with light and power
Did my mistake amend;
I view'd the sinners' life before,
But here I learnt their end.

9 On what a slipp'ry steep
The thoughtless wretches go!
And, oh! that dreadful fiery deep
That waits their fall below!

10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine:
I call my God my portion now,
And all my powers are thine.

Text Information
First Line: Sure there's a righteous God
Title: The mystery of Providence unfolded
Meter: Short Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
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