Sure There’s a Righteous God

Sure there’s a right­eous God

Nor is re­li­gion vain;

Though men of vice may boast aloud

And men of grace com­plain.

I saw the wick­ed rise

And felt my heart re­pine

While haugh­ty fools with scorn­ful eyes

In robes of hon­or shine.

Pampered with wan­ton ease

Their flesh looks full and fair;

Their wealth rolls in like flow­ing seas

And grows with­out their care.

Free from the plagues and pains

That pi­ous souls en­dure;

Through all their life op­press­ion reigns

And racks the hum­ble poor.

Their im­pi­ous tongues blas­pheme

The ev­er­last­ing God;

Their ma­lice blasts the good man’s name

And spreads their lies abroad.

But I with flow­ing tears

Indulged my doubts to rise;

Is there a God that sees or hears

The things be­low the skies?

The tu­mults of my thought

Held me in hard su­spense

Till to Thy house my feet were brought

To learn Thy jus­tice thence.

Thy Word with light and pow­er

Did my mis­takes amend;

I viewed the sin­ner’s life be­fore

But here I learnt their end.

On what slip­pe­ry steep

The thought­less wretch­es go!

And O that dread­ful fie­ry deep

That waits their fall be­low.

Lord

at Thy feet I bow

My thoughts no more re­pine;

I call my God my por­tion now

And all my pow­ers are Thine.