1 Why should the mighty make their boast,
And heav'nly grace despise?
In their own arm they put their trust,
And fill their mouth with lies.
2 But God in vengeance shall destroy,
And drive them from his face;
No more shall they his church annoy,
Nor find on earth a place.
3 But like a cultur'd olive grow,
Drest in immortal green,
Thy children blooming in thy love,
Amid thy courts are seen.
4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord,
Thy saints shall rest secure,
And all who trust thy holy word,
Shall find salvation sure.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.LII