Help, Lord, for Those Who Love Thee Fail

Verse 1

Help, Lord, for those who love Thee fail, Thy faithful ones fall from the ranks, And leave the liars to their tale, False gratitude and treacherous thanks.

Verse 2

Lord, may those flattering lips be lashed, The boasting mouths stripped of their pride, Those tongues that murmur unabashed, Who is this God? We shall abide!

Verse 3

Because the poor have been oppressed, And in their patience sigh alone, I will protect them in My breast, The Lord has said, These are Mine own.

Verse 4

And what He saith is purified Like silver, sevenfold assayed. Though by this evil age defied, His Word of truth shall be obeyed.

Verse 5

His promises shall stand secure, His saints are safe, though ill betide, He will protect His humble poor, Though rogues are honored far and wide.