O Mighty Man, Why Wilt Thou Boast?

O migh­ty man

why wilt thou boast

Thyself in hate­ful cru­el­ty

When God Al­migh­ty is most kind

And ev­er mer­ci­ful is He?

Thy tongue de­vis­eth wick­ed­ness

A wea­pon trea­che­rous and keen;

Thou lov­est ev­il more than good

And false­hood in thy sight is clean.

Since

O thou false

de­ceit­ful tongue

In dead­ly words thou find­est joy

The Lord shall pluck thee from thy place

And all thy wick­ed­ness de­stroy.

The good

con­firmed in god­ly fear

The pride and fol­ly shall con­fess

Of those who make not God their strength

But trust in wealth and wick­ed­ness.

But as for me

my strength is like

A ver­dant tem­ple ol­ive tree;

My trust is in God’s ten­der love

Which shall en­dure eter­nal­ly.

With end­less thanks

O Lord

to Thee

Thy won­drous works I will pro­claim

And in the pre­sence of Thy saints

Will ev­er hope in Thy good name.