Words: Isaac Watts
Note: there is also a Common Metre version on this page
The saint's safety and hope in evil times.
1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst ns here Will scarce be found, if thou delay.
2 The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, Is filled with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane.
3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue.
4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry; "Our tongues shall be controlled by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why) Or say our lips are not our own?"
5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears th'oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain.
6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, sev'n times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear
7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.
1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion loses ground, The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound.
2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer's part; With fair, deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirred! "Are not our lips our own?" they cry; "And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is raised to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold; When faith is hardly to be found, And love is waxing cold;
6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on ? Hast thou not giv'n this sign ? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine?
7 "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise, And make oppressors flee; I shall appear to their surprise, And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver sev'n times tried, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide Shall find the promise sure.