Fret Not Thyself

1 Fret not thyself, nor envious be,
When wicked workers thou shalt see,
Who prosper in their way;
For like the grass they perish soon,
And, like the herb cut down at noon,
They wither in a day.

2 Trust in the Lord and still do well,
Within the land securely dwell,
Feed on His faithfulness;
Delight thee also in the Lord,
And to thy heart He will accord
The good it would possess.

3 Yea, to the Lord thy way is know;
Confide in Him Who on the throne
Abides in pow'r divine;
Thy righteousness He shall display;
Resplendent as the light of day,
It shall unclouded shine.

Source: The Psalter: with responsive readings #95

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