Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine;
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
But O their end! their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.
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