Psalms of David 52
52
PSALM LII.
C. M.
1IN vain, O man of lawless might,
Thou boast’st thyself in ill;
Since God, the God in whom I trust,
Vouchsafes his favour still.
2Thy wicked tongue doth sland’rous tales
Maliciously devise;
And, sharper than a razor set,
It wounds with treach’rous lies.
3-4Thy thoughts are more on ill than good,
On lies than truth employ’d;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which
The guiltless are destroy’d.
5God shall for ever blast thy hopes,
And snatch thee soon away;
Nor in thy dwelling-place permit,
Nor in the world to stay.
6The just, with pious fear, shall see
The downfall of thy pride;
And at thy sudden ruin laugh,
And thus thy fall deride:
7See there the man that haughty was,
Who proudly God defied,
Who trusted in his wealth, and still
On wicked arts relied.
8But I am like those olive plants
That shade God’s temple round;
And hope with his indulgent grace
To be for ever crown’d.
9So shall my soul with praise, O God,
Extol thy wondrous love;
And on thy Name with patience wait;
For this thy saints approve.
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Psalms of David 52
52
PSALM LII.
C. M.
1IN vain, O man of lawless might,
Thou boast’st thyself in ill;
Since God, the God in whom I trust,
Vouchsafes his favour still.
2Thy wicked tongue doth sland’rous tales
Maliciously devise;
And, sharper than a razor set,
It wounds with treach’rous lies.
3-4Thy thoughts are more on ill than good,
On lies than truth employ’d;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which
The guiltless are destroy’d.
5God shall for ever blast thy hopes,
And snatch thee soon away;
Nor in thy dwelling-place permit,
Nor in the world to stay.
6The just, with pious fear, shall see
The downfall of thy pride;
And at thy sudden ruin laugh,
And thus thy fall deride:
7See there the man that haughty was,
Who proudly God defied,
Who trusted in his wealth, and still
On wicked arts relied.
8But I am like those olive plants
That shade God’s temple round;
And hope with his indulgent grace
To be for ever crown’d.
9So shall my soul with praise, O God,
Extol thy wondrous love;
And on thy Name with patience wait;
For this thy saints approve.
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