Sinners, for Transgression, See

Sinners

for trans­gress­ion

see

Sharp dis­ease their youth con­sume

And their beau­ty

like a tree

Withering on an ear­ly tomb.

Food is loath­some to their taste

And the eye re­volts from light;

All their joys to ru­in haste

As the sun­set in­to night.

Then un­to the Lord they cry;

He in­clines a gra­cious ear

Sends de­liv­er­ance from on high

Rescues them from all their fear.

He with health re­news their frame

Lengthens out their num­bered days

Let them glo­ri­fy His name

With the sac­ri­fice of praise.

O that men would praise the Lord

For His good­ness to their race

For the won­ders of His Word

And the rich­es of His grace!