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 practise 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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8 O! Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of heav'n transcends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasure'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
9 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
10 Since of thy goodness all partake;
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
11 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast;
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall forever last.
12 With thee the springs of life remain;
Thy presence is eternal day:
O! let thy grace thy saints sustain;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
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