Ps.36. Psalm 17

Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.

Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Savior's blood.

There's a new heav'n begun,
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.

Text Information
First Line: Arise, my gracious God
Title: Psalm 17
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: S. M.
Scripture: Psalm 17
Topic: Saints: and Sinners' portion; Sinner: and saint's portion; Portion of saints and sinners10 more...
Language: English
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