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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
PSALM LII.
[Why, O thou man of lawless might]
Why, O thou man of lawless might,
Who darest against thy Maker fight,
Why dost thou boast thy hellish power,
Let loose for one oppressive hour?
Who darest against thy Maker fight,
Why dost thou boast thy hellish power,
Let loose for one oppressive hour?
The goodness of the Lord remains,
And still it holds thy rage in chains;
The goodness of the Lord shall last,
When thou and all thy vaunts are past.
And still it holds thy rage in chains;
The goodness of the Lord shall last,
When thou and all thy vaunts are past.
119
Mischief thy heart doth now devise,
Thy tongue deals out the sharpest lies;
What innocence so firm to stand
That razor in the devil's hand?
Thy tongue deals out the sharpest lies;
What innocence so firm to stand
That razor in the devil's hand?
Thou lovest ill, and hatest good,
And lying is thy daily food;
With lies and perjuries to bite
Is all thy business and delight.
And lying is thy daily food;
With lies and perjuries to bite
Is all thy business and delight.
But God shall vindicate my wrong,
And silence thy blaspheming tongue,
Blast all thy dire malicious joy,
And thee eternally destroy.
And silence thy blaspheming tongue,
Blast all thy dire malicious joy,
And thee eternally destroy.
The Lord shall pluck thy soul away,
Nor suffer thee on earth to stay,
Send to the god thou servedst so well,
And drive thee to thy friends in hell!
Nor suffer thee on earth to stay,
Send to the god thou servedst so well,
And drive thee to thy friends in hell!
The righteous shall his ruin see,
And tremble at the just decree,
The liar's dreadful downfall mourn,
But laugh his vain designs to scorn.
And tremble at the just decree,
The liar's dreadful downfall mourn,
But laugh his vain designs to scorn.
Lo! this was he, the man (they cry)
Who would not on our God rely,
But trusted in his wealth and power,
And dared the innocent devour.
Who would not on our God rely,
But trusted in his wealth and power,
And dared the innocent devour.
Who would not here from slanders cease,
Self-harden'd in his wickedness;
His lies and perjuries are o'er,
He falls, alas—to rise no more.
Self-harden'd in his wickedness;
His lies and perjuries are o'er,
He falls, alas—to rise no more.
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But I (all love, and thanks, and praise,
And glory be to Jesu's grace,)
As a green olive-tree I grow,
And flourish in His church below.
And glory be to Jesu's grace,)
As a green olive-tree I grow,
And flourish in His church below.
I in the pardoning God confide,
The God that for His creatures died,
I on my dear Redeemer's breast
For ever and for ever rest.
The God that for His creatures died,
I on my dear Redeemer's breast
For ever and for ever rest.
Saviour, I thankfully adore
And bless and praise Thee evermore:
Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
Hast ransom'd me by grace alone.
And bless and praise Thee evermore:
Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
Hast ransom'd me by grace alone.
Thy mercy still will I proclaim,
And trust and triumph in Thy name;
For O! 'tis all the saints' delight,
Till perfect faith is lost in sight.
And trust and triumph in Thy name;
For O! 'tis all the saints' delight,
Till perfect faith is lost in sight.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |