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L. M.

The saint's safety and hope in evil times; or, Sins of the tongue complained of, namely, blasphemy, falshood, etc.


Lord, if thou dost not soon appear,

Virtue and truth will fly away;

A faithful man amongst us here

Will scarce be found, if thou delay.

The whole discourse, when neighbors meet,

Is filled with trifles loose and vain;

Their lips are flattery and deceit,

And their proud language is profane.

But lips that with deceit abound

Shall not maintain their triumph long;

The God of vengeance will confound

The flattering and blaspheming tongue.

"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?"

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.

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.

Thy grace shall in the darkest hour

Defend the holy soul from harm;

Though when the vilest men have power,

On every side will sinners swarm.

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