A Little That the Righteous Hold

A lit­tle that the right­eous hold

Is bet­ter than the wealth un­told

Of ma­ny wick­ed men;

Destroyed shall be their arm of pride

But they who in the Lord con­fide

Shall be up­hold­en then.

He knows the days the per­fect live

To them a her­it­age will give

Which ev­er shall abide;

In ev­il times no shame they know

And in the days of fam­ine’s woe

They shall be sa­tis­fied.

Although the wick­ed pros­pered seem

At last they van­ish like a dream

And per­ish in a day;

Jehovah’s foes shall soon ap­pear

Like fields once fair

now brown and sere;

Like smoke they fade away.

They bor­row oft and pay not back;

But right­eous men do no­thing lack

And give with gra­cious hand;

Those cursed by Him shall be de­stroyed

But such as have His grace enjoyed

They shall pos­sess the land.