O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast

Verse 1

O mighty man, why wilt Thou boast Thyself in hateful cruelty, When God Almighty is most kind, And ever merciful is He?

Verse 2

Thy tongue deviseth wickedness, A weapon treacherous and keen; Thou lovest evil more than good, And falsehood in thy sight is clean.

Verse 3

Since, O thou false, deceitful tongue, In deadly words thou findest joy, The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place And all thy wickedness destroy.

Verse 4

The good, confirmed in godly fear, The pride and folly shall confess Of those who make not God their strength, But trust in wealth and wickedness.

Verse 5

I put my trust in God alone, Forevermore I trust His grace, And like the trees within His courts I flourish in a favored place.

Verse 6

With endless thanks, O Lord, to Thee, Thy wondrous works will I proclaim, And in the presence of Thy saints Will ever hope in Thy good Name.