I.LXXXV | The Psalms of David#I.LXXXVI | I.LXXXVII |
1 How should the Sons of Adam’s Race
Be pure before their God?
If he contend in Righteousness,
We fall beneath his Rod.
2 To vindicate my Words and Thoughts,
I'll make no more Pretence;
Not one of all my thousand Faults
Can bear a just Defence.
3 Strong in his Arm, his Heart is wise;
What vain Presumers dare
Against their Maker's Hand to rise,
Or tempt th' unequal War?
[4 Mountains, by his Almighty Wrath,
From their old Seats are torn;
He shakes the Earth from South to North,
And all her Pillars mourn.
5 He bids the Sun forbear to rise;
Th’ obedient Sun forbears;
His Hand with Sackcloth spreads the Skies,
And seals up all the Stars.
6 He walks upon the stormy Sea;
Flies on the stormy Wind;
There's none can trace his wond'rous Way,
Or his dark footsteps find.
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First Line: | How should the Sons of Adam's Race |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Holiness and Sovereignty of God; Justice of God; Power of God |