Psalm 17

Words: Isaac Watts

Note: there is also a Long Metre version on this page

Short Metre
Portion of saints and sinners.
   1     Arise, my gracious God,
         And make the wicked flee;
      They are but thy chastising rod,
         To drive thy saints to thee.
   2     Behold, the sinner dies,
         His haughty words are vain;
      Here in this life his pleasure lies,
         And all beyond is pain.
   3     Then let his pride advance,
         And boast of all his store;
      The Lord is my inheritance,
         My soul can wish no more.
   4     I shall behold the face
         Of my forgiving God;
      And stand complete in righteousness,
         Washed ill my Savior's blood.
   5     There's a new heav'n begun,
         When I awake from death,
      Dressed in the likeness of thy Son,
         And draw immortal breath.
The sinner's portion and saint's hope.
   1  I am thine; but thou wilt prove
      My faith, my patience, and my love:
      When men of spite against me join,
      They are the sword, the hand is thine.
   2  Their hope and portion lies below:
      'Tis all the happiness they know,
      'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
      And leave the rest among their heirs.
   3  What sinners value I resign;
      Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
      I shall behold thy blissful face,
      And stand complete in righteousness.
   4  This life's a dream, an empty show;
      But the bright world to which I go.
      Hath joys substantial and sincere:
      When shall I wake and find me there ?
   5  O glorious hour! O blessed abode!
      I shall be near and like my God!
      And flesh and sin no more control
      The sacred pleasures of the soul.
   6  My flesh shall slumber in the ground
      Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
      Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
      And in my Savior's image rise.

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