The Cure of Envy, Fretfulness, and Unbelief; or The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked

Verse 1

Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies?

Verse 2

As flow'ry grass cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades, So shall their glories vanish soon, In everlasting shades.

Verse 3

Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practice all that’s good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he’ll provide me food.

Verse 4

I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil.

Verse 5

Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon.

Verse 6

The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav’n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv’n.

Verse 7

Rest in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay, To punish haughty vice.

Verse 8

Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come.

Verse 9

They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low.

Verse 10

My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pierce their stubborn hearts.