Why Do the Wealthy Wicked Boast?

Why do the weal­thy wick­ed boast

And grow pro­fane­ly bold?

The mean­est por­tion of the just

Excels the sin­ner’s gold.

The wick­ed bor­rows of his friends

But ne’er de­signs to pay;

The saint is mer­ci­ful and lends

Nor turns the poor away.

His alms with li­ber­al heart he gives

Amongst the sons of need;

His me­mo­ry to long ag­es lives

And bless­èd is his seed.

His lips ab­hor to talk pro­fane

To slan­der or de­fraud;

His rea­dy tongue de­clares to men

What he has learned of God.

The Law and Go­spel of the Lord

Deep in his heart ab­ide;

Led by the Spir­it and the Word

His feet shall nev­er slide.

When sin­ners fall

the right­eous stand

Preserved from ev­ery snare;

They shall pos­sess the pro­mised land

And dwell for ev­er there.