28a. Quid gloriariss

1 Why dost thou tyrant boast abroad
thy wicked works to praise?
Dost thou not know there is a God,
whose mercies last alwaies?
2 Why doth thy mind yet still devise
such wicked wiles to warp?
Thy tongue untrue in forging lies
is like a razor sharp.

3 On mischiefe why setst thou thy mind,
and wilt not walk upright?
Thou hast more lust false tales to find,
than bring the truth to light.
4 Thou dost delight in fraud and guile,
In mischiefe, blood and wrong:
Thy lips have learn'd the flattering stile
O false deceitfull tongue.

5 Therefore shall God for aye confound,
and pluck thee from thy place:
Thy seed root out from off the ground,
and so shall thee deface.
6 The just when they behold thy fall,
with feare will praise the Lord,
And in reproach of thee withall,
cry out with one accord:

7 Behold the man that doth not take
the Lord for his defence:
But in his goods his god did make,
his trust his corrupt sense.
8 But I as Olive fresh and green,
shall spring and spread abroad:
For why? my trust all times hath been
upon the living God.

9 For this therefore will I give praise
to thee with heart and voice:
I will set forth thy Name alwaies,
wherein thy Saints rejoyce.

Text Information
First Line: Why dost thou tyrant boast abroad
Title: Quid gloriariss
Author: J. H.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1640
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Notes: Sing this as Psalm 30
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