When Man Grows Bold in Sin

When man grows bold in sin

My heart with­in me cries

He hath no fear of God with­in

Nor fear be­fore his eyes.

He walks awhile con­cealed

In a self flat­ter­ing dream

Till his dark crimes at once re­vealed

Expose his hate­ful name.

His heart is false and foul

His words are smooth and fair;

Wisdom is ban­ished from his soul

And leaves no good­ness there.

He plots up­on his bed

New mis­chiefs to ful­fill;

He sets his heart

and hand

and head

To prac­tice all that’s ill.

But there’s a dread­ful God

Though men re­nounce His fear;

His jus­tice

hid be­hind the cloud

Shall one great day ap­pear.

His truth trans­cends the sky

In Heav’n His mer­cies dwell;

Deep as the sea His judg­ments lie

His an­ger burns to hell.

How ex­cel­lent His love

Whence all our safe­ty springs!

O nev­er let my soul re­move

From un­der­neath His wings!