98. Wherefore, O mighty Man, dost thou

1. Wherefore, O mighty Man, dost thou,
Thy self, in Mischief boast?
Uninterupted daily flows
God's Gcodness, without Cost.
2. Thy Tongue, the Malice of thy Heart,
In Falshoods, spreads around;
Like a keen Rasor, gives a deep.
And unexpected. Wound.

3. Thou lovest Evil more than Good,
Than right, more to speak wrong;
4. Devouring Words are thy Delight,
O thou deceitful Tongue.

5. Thee utterly shall God destroy.
And snatch thee from thy Place;
O'er throw thy House, and from the Earth,
Root thee, and all thy Race.

6. With Fear, the Righteous shall behold,
And thus, thy Fall, deride:
7. "Lo! this the Man! who God contemn'd,
"Nor on his Strength rely'd;
"But, in th' Abundance of his Wealth
"Himself secure he thought,
"And strengthen'd by his wicked Arts;
"Lo! how he's brought to nought!

8. But I shall to God's House return,
Fruitfull as th' Olive Tree;
For I have ever fix'd my Trust,
In God's Benignity.
9. I'll ever celebrate thy Praise,
For what thou did'st efrect;
And patient wait thy promis'd Grace,
Which all thy Saints expect.

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First Line: Wherefore, O mighty Man, dost thou
Language: English
Publication Date: 1752
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