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WAITING ON GOD.
Psalm lxii.
Yes, on God I still depend;
Timely aid from Him attend.
His protection is my tower,
My retreat in danger's hour.
(Thus my heart is self-reproved.)
I shall not be greatly moved.
Timely aid from Him attend.
His protection is my tower,
My retreat in danger's hour.
(Thus my heart is self-reproved.)
I shall not be greatly moved.
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Oh, how long, with base intent,
Aimed against the innocent,
Will ye schemes of mischief cherish?
Tremble, for ye all shall perish:
Like a weak and bowing wall,
Sudden, desperate, your fall.
For the wicked but concert
How the righteous to subvert:
Ill their flattering tongues conceal
That deep malice which they feel.
Aimed against the innocent,
Will ye schemes of mischief cherish?
Tremble, for ye all shall perish:
Like a weak and bowing wall,
Sudden, desperate, your fall.
For the wicked but concert
How the righteous to subvert:
Ill their flattering tongues conceal
That deep malice which they feel.
Wait, my soul, on God alone:
Wait for succour from His throne.
Hide beneath His name of power,
My defence and safety-tower.
With His guardian might surrounded,
I shall never be confounded.
Wait for succour from His throne.
Hide beneath His name of power,
My defence and safety-tower.
With His guardian might surrounded,
I shall never be confounded.
God for my salvation came:
I will glory in His name.
Safe beneath His arm I dwell,
My strong-hold and citadel.
Trust in Him for evermore,
Ye His people; freely pour
In His ear your sad complaints;—
Sure the refuge of His saints.
I will glory in His name.
Safe beneath His arm I dwell,
My strong-hold and citadel.
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Ye His people; freely pour
In His ear your sad complaints;—
Sure the refuge of His saints.
Vain the help of man to court;
Vain the fickle crowd's support;
Vain on nobles to rely,—
Falsehood all, and treachery.
Weigh the rich and poor together,
Both are lighter than a feather.
Trust them not, nor trust in gain:
Fraud or force shall prove in vain.
Whether got by right or stealth,
Set not your fond heart on wealth.
More than once hath God made known,
Power belongs to Him alone.
Mercy too belongs to Thee!
Mercy joined with Equity.
Vain the fickle crowd's support;
Vain on nobles to rely,—
Falsehood all, and treachery.
Weigh the rich and poor together,
Both are lighter than a feather.
Trust them not, nor trust in gain:
Fraud or force shall prove in vain.
Whether got by right or stealth,
Set not your fond heart on wealth.
More than once hath God made known,
Power belongs to Him alone.
Mercy too belongs to Thee!
Mercy joined with Equity.
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