Help, Lord, the Godly Fail!

Help

Lord

the god­ly fail!

Help

Lord

the faith­ful flee!

And dou­ble hearts and tongues pre­vail

That taunt Thy saints and Thee.

With so­phis­tries and lies

They cheat the sim­ple soul

Teach men Thy Gos­pel to des­pise

And spurn Thy mild con­trol.

But ah! there is a voice

In this dark growth of crimes

That bids pro­phet­ic hearts re­joice

In hope of bright­er times.

The Word these fools op­pose

Can well their scoffs en­dure

As sil­ver from the fur­nace flows

More pre­cious and more pure.

Their rage but soon­er brings

The Lord to earth again;

And safe be­neath al­migh­ty wings

His Church shall rest till then.