Psalm 73 (Version 4)

Sure there's a righteous God,

Nor is religion vain,

Tho' men of vice may boast aloud,

And men of grace complain.

I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine,

While haughty fools with scornful eyes

In robes of honour shine.

[Pamper'd with wanton ease,

Their flesh looks full and fair,

Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,

And grows without their care.

Free from the plagues and pains

That pious souls endure,

Thro' all their life oppression reigns

And racks the humble poor.

Their impious tongues blaspheme

The everlasting God;

Their malice blasts the good man's name,

And spreads their lies abroad.

But I with flowing tears

Indulge my doubts to rise

"Is there a God that sees or hears

"The things below the skies?"]

The tumults of my thought

Held me in hard suspense,

Till to thy house my feet were brought

To learn thy justice thence.

Thy word with light and power

Did my mistakes attend;

I view'd the sinners' life before,

But here I learnt their end.

On what a slippery steep

The thoughtless wretches go;

And O that dreadful fiery deep

That waits their fall below.

Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine;

I call my God my portion now,

And all my powers are thine.