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The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXIIId (1780) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain, Tho' men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honor shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Thro' all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies?"] 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and pow'r Did my mistake amend; I viewed the sinners life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slip'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go! And O that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow; My thoughts no more repine: I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Sure there is a righteous GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P73d (1766) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Sure there is a righteous GOD, Nor is Religion vain; Though Men of Vice may boast aloud, And Men of Grace complain. 2 I saw the Wicked rise, And felt my Heart repine, While haughty Fools, with scornful Eyes In Robes of Honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton Ease, Their Flesh looks full and fair; Their Wealth rolls in like flowing Seas, And grows without their Care. 4 Free from the Plagues and Pains That pious Souls endure; Through all their Life Oppression reigns, And racks the humble Poor. 5 Their impious Tongues blaspheme The everlasting GOD; Their Malice blasts the good Man's Name, And spreads their Lies abroad. 6 But I, with flowing Tears Indulg'd my Doubts to rise; "Is there a GOD that sees or hears "The things below the Skies!"] 7 The Tumults of my Thought Held me in hard Suspense, Till to thy House my Feet were brought, To learn thy Justice thence. 8 Thy Word with Light and Pow'r Did my Mistakes amend; I view'd the Sinner's Life before, But here I learnt their End. 9 On what a slipp'ry Steep The thoughtless Wretches go! And O that dreadful fi'ry Deep That waits their Fall below! 10 Lord, at thy Feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine: I call my GOD my Portion now, And all my Pow'rs are thine. Topics: Prosperity dangerous; Providence its mystery unfolded Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #131 (1740) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David First Line: Sure there is a righteous GOD Lyrics: 1 Sure there is a righteous GOD, Nor is Religion vain; Though Men of Vice may boast aloud, And Men of Grace complain. 2 I saw the Wicked rise, And felt my Heart repine, While haughty fools, with scornful Eyes In Robes of Honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton Ease, Their Flesh looks full and fair; Their Wealth rolls in like flowing Seas, And grows without their Care. 4 Free from the Plagues and Pains That pious Souls endure; Through all their Life Oppression reigns, And racks the humble Poor. 5 Their impious Tongues blaspheme The everlasting GOD; Their Malice blasts the good Man's Name, And spreads their Lies abroad. 6 But I, with flowing Tears Indulg'd my Doubts to rise; "Is there a GOD that sees or hears "The things below the Skies?"] 7 The Tumults of my Thought Held me in hard Suspense, Till to thy House my feet were brought, To learn thy Justice thence. 8 Thy Word with Light and Pow'r Did my Mistakes amend; I view'd the Sinner's Life before, But here I learnt their End. 9 On what a slipp'ry Steep The thoughtless Wretches go! And O that dreadful fi'ry Deep That waits their Fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; I call my GOD my Portion now, And all my Pow'rs are thine. Topics: Prosperity dangerous; Providence its mystery unfolded Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English