1. Help Lord; the godly Man decays.
And quits the hated Ground;
And faithful Men, in these our Days,
Are very rarely found.
2. For each one acts a treach'rous Part,
Deceives his Friend with Lyes;
With flatt'ring Lips, and double Heart,
They speak in close Disguise.

3. Jehovah surely will, e'er long,
The flatt'ring Lips cut off;
With the proud, threat'ning, boasting Tongue,
Which doth profanely scoff.
4. Who say, "our artful Tongues alone,
"Prevailing Force afford;
"What sure; are not our Lips our own?
"Who over us is Lord?

5. "For Sighing of the Poor oppress'd,
"Now (saith the Lord,) I'll rise:
"From his Oppressors give him Rest,
"But all his foes despise.
6. Thy Word, O Lord, shall firmly last,
And pure from Fraud abide;
As Silver thro' the Furnace past,
And sev'n Times purify'd.

7. O Lord, thy promis'd Help, and Grace,
Thou strictly wilt observe;
And ever, from this faithless Race,
Them carefully preserve.
8. The Wicked walk on ev'ry Side.
And greatly multiply;
When vilest Men of Fraud, and Pride,
Are raised up on high.