Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Psalm 17

v.13-15
S. M.
Portion of saints and sinners.

Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.

Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Savior's blood.

There's a new heav'n begun,
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath. 

1. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
2. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
3. Hymn 115 (Lord, how secure my conscience was)
4. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)
5. Psalm 16. Part 1 (Preserve me, Lord, in time of need)

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