O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast

1 O mighty man, why wilt Thou boast
Thyself in hateful cruelty,
When God Almighty is most kind,
And ever merciful is He?

2 Thy tongue deviseth wickedness,
A weapon treacherous and keen;
Thou lovest evil more than good,
And falsehood in thy sight is clean.

3 Since, O thou false, deceitful tongue,
In deadly words thou findest joy,
The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place
And all thy wickedness destroy.

4 The good, confirmed in godly fear,
The pride and folly shall confess
Of those who make not God their strength,
But trust in wealth and wickedness.

5 I put my trust in God alone,
Forevermore I trust His grace,
And like the trees within His courts
I flourish in a favored place.

6 With endless thanks, O Lord, to Thee,
Thy wondrous works will I proclaim,
And in the presence of Thy saints
Will ever hope in Thy good Name.

Source: Psalter Hymnal (Red): doctrinal standards and liturgy of the Christian Reformed Church #104

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