Text:At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain
Tune:[At length, by certain proffs, 'tis plain]

LXXIII. At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain

1 At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain
That GOD will to his Saints be kind;
That all whose Hearts are pure and clean,
Shall his protecting Favour find.
'Till this sustaining Truth I knew,
My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd;
I griev'd, the Sinner's Wealth to view,
And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd.

2 They to the Grave in Peace descend,
And, whilst they live, are hale and strong;
No Plague of Troubles them offend,
Which oft to other Men belong.
With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held,
And Rapine seems their Robe of State;
Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swell'd;
They grow, beyond their Wishes, great.

3 With Hearts corrupt and lofty Talk,
Oppressive Methods they defend;
Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk,
Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend,
And yet admiring Crouds are found,
Who servile Visits duly make;
Because with Plenty they abound,
Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake.

4 Their fond Opinion these pursue,
'Till they, with them, profanely cry
"How should the LORD our Actions view?
"Can He perceive, who dwells so high"?
Behold the Wicked, these are they,
Who openly their sins profess;
And yet their Wealth's encreas'd each Day,
And all their Actions meet Success.

5 "Then have I cleans'd my Heart, said I,
"And wash'd my Hands from Guilt in vain,
"If all the Day oppress'd I lie,
"And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain."
Thus did I once to speak intend,
But if such Things I rashly say,
Thy Children, LORD, I must offend,
And basely should their Cause betray.

Part II

6 To fathom this my Thoughts I bent;
But found the Case too hard for me,
'Till to the House of GOD I went,
Then I their End did plainly see.
How high soe'er advanc'd, they all
On slipp'ry Places loosely stand;
Thence into Ruin headlong fall,
Cast down by thy avenging Hand.

7 How dreadful and how quick their Fate!
Despis'd by thee, when they're destroy'd;
As waking Men, with Scorn do treat
The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd.
Thus was my Heart with Grief oppress'd,
My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains;
So stupid was I, like a Beast,
Who no reflecting Thought retains.

8 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd,
And thy Right-Hand Assistance gave;
Thou first shalt with thy Counsel guide
And then to Glory me receive.
Whom then in Heaven, but thee alone,
Have I, whose Favour I require?
Throughout the spacious Earth, there's none
That I besides thee can desire.

9 My trembling Flesh, and aching Heart,
May often fail to succour me;
But GOD shall inward Strength impart,
And my eternal Portion be.
For they that far from thee remove,
Shall into sudden Ruin fall,
If after other GODS they rove,
Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all.

10 But as for me, 'tis good and just,
That I should still to GOD repair;
In him I always put my Trust,
And will His wond'rous Works declare.

Text Information
First Line: At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain
Language: English
Publication Date: 1767
Scripture:
Topic: Description of: Vanity of earthly Goods and Benefits; Prayers: Of the Church Particularly of Believers when offended at the Prosperity of the Wicked; Prophecies: Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked
Tune Information
Name: [At length, by certain proffs, 'tis plain]
Key: F Major



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