The Disappointment of the Wicked

Verse 1

Why should the mighty make their boast, And heav'nly grace despise? In their own arm they put their trust, And fill their mouth with lies.

Verse 2

But God in vengeance shall destroy, And drive them from his face; No more shall they his church annoy, Nor find on earth a place.

Verse 3

But like a cultur'd olive grow, Drest in immortal green, Thy children blooming in thy love, Amid thy courts are seen.

Verse 4

On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy saints shall rest secure, And all who trust thy holy word, Shall find salvation sure.