Hymn 208

FOnd Men, that would my glory stain,
My Government despise;
How long will ye pursue vain hopes,
And please your selves with lyes?

Know that the Lord does righteous Men
With special favour own;
Though ye despise me, he ne're will
On my Petitions frown.

Sin not, but fear; let quiet Thoughts
Instruct and make you wise;
Joyn a pure Heart with Trust in God,
As the best Sacrifice.

Though others in distrust of thee
To other succours fly,
Thou art our Hope, Lord, cast on us
A favourable Eye.

Thy Love more chears my heart than when
Their Corn has wish'd encrease;
Or when a happy Vintage makes
Their Wine o'reflow the Press.

Down will I lye in peace, and sleep
Shall close my wearied Eyes;
No fear disturb me whilst I know
In God my Safety lyes.