1 Why should the mighty make their boast,
And heav'nly grace despise?
In their own arm they put their trust,
And fill their mouth with lies.
2 But God in vengeance shall destroy,
And drive them from his face;
No more shall they his church annoy,
Nor find on earth a place.
3 But like a cultur'd olive grove,
Drest in immortal green,
Thy children blooming in thy love,
Amid thy courts are seen.
4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord,
Thy saints shall rest secure,
And all who trust thy holy word,
Shall find salvation sure.