The Wicked, Watching for Their Prey

The wick­ed

watch­ing for their prey

Desire the right­eous man to slay

But God is on his side;

He will not leave him in their hands

Nor count him guil­ty when he stands

In judg­ment to be tried.

Wait on the Lord and keep His way;

He will ex­alt thee

nor de­lay

To give the land to thee;

And when the wick­ed are cut off

The wick­ed who against thee scoff

Their judg­ment thou shalt see.

The wick­ed great in pow­er are seen

Like spread­ing tree with fo­li­age green

That grows in na­tive ground.

I looked again

they were no more;

I sought the men so proud be­fore

But they could not be found.

Mark thou the up­right day by day

Behold the per­fect in his way:

His jour­ney ends in peace.

Destroyed at once shall re­bels be;

Cut off from all pos­te­ri­ty

Their ve­ry name shall cease.

Salvation is from God alone

Whom as their co­vert saints have known

When by sore trou­bles tried;

The Lord who helped in trou­bles past

Will save them to the ve­ry last

For they in Him con­fide.