PSALM 37. v. 1–15. First Part. (C. M.) The Cure of Envy, Fretfulness, and Unbelief; or,
the Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, the World's Hatred, and the Saint's Patience.
I
Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great,
By violence and lies?
II
As flowery grass cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon
In everlasting shades.
III
Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practise all that's good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And he'll provide me food.
IV
I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait his will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.
V
Mine innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
VI
The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of heaven;
True riches with abundant peace,
To humble souls are given.
VII
Rest in the Lord and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Tho' providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.
VIII
Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam:
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.
IX
They have drawn out the threatening sword,
Have bent the murderous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord
And bring the righteous low.
X
My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts.
