HYMN 12. The Patience God.
1
What Wrongs, great God, hast thou long born?
(conceiv'd they cannot be!)
By daring Rebels, who provoke
Thee unto Jealousie!
2
All Evils done in every place,
before thine Eyes they are
Throughout the World; And yet dost thou
these Foes protect, and spare.
3
Tho' for Man's Treason down he fell,
by thy revenging Hand;
Yet he lifts up his bruised Bones
his Maker to withstand;
4
And, though a feeble Foe he be,
whom thou like Moths can crush,
Yet still against the Bosses of
thy Bucklar he does rush.
5
O what vile Monsters are Mankind!
thus given to Rebel!
Strange thou dost not, Lord, smite the Earth,
and send them quick to Hell!
6
Man's sin for Vengeance loudly crys,
yet Patience doth abound;
Though Justice crys, Cut these Trees down!
Why Cumber they the Ground?
7
Thy Patience still forbears, we see,
O it is Infinite!
Therefore of it, we, Lord, will sing,
and Praise Thee Day and Night.
