Psalm 52

WHy dost thou boast
Of mischief most,
O man of mighty pow'r?
Gods goodness will
Continue still,
Even ev'ry day and hour.
Thou dost incline
That tongue of thine
To practise mischiefs great:
Yea it hath been
A razour keen
In working of deceit.
Thou far above
Good things dost love
Ill wayes to entertain:
And righteousness
Thou lovest less
Then for to lie and fain.
Deceitfull tongue
Thou lov'st all wrong
And words that do devour.
God shall therefore
For evermore
Destroy thee by his pow'r.
He shall, I say,
Take thee away
From place where thou dost dwell:
With vengefull hand
Thee from the land
Of living souls expell.
The righteous there
Shall see and fear,
And, laughing at him, say,
Lo this is he
That could not see
To make the Lord his stay.
But, for defence,
Put confidence
In heaps of worldly pelf:
And in the sin
He lived in
Incouraged himself.
Like th'Olive green
Shall I be seen
To have a flourishing place,
In Gods house still,
And ever will
Betrust me to his grace.
For ever I
Will magnifie,
And on thy Name attend:
Since thou did'st bring
To pass the thing,
And Saints thy Name commend.