Religion
Hymn 209
From Spiritual Melody (1691), Part IX
GOD is a righteous Judge be sure,
And one that will repay;
And with the lewd and wicked Doer
God's angry ev'ry day:
Unless he do his sins forego,
And speedily repent,
He'll whet his Sword, and string his Bow,
He hath it ready bent.
His deadly Darts he doth ordain
To smite him unawares;
And for the Persecutors pain
Sharp Arrows he prepares.
He made a Pit, in digging which
No pains at all he spar'd;
And fell he is into the Ditch
Which he himself prepar'd.
Upon his own unhappy Crown
His mischief shall be spread;
His violent dealings shall come down,
And light on his own head.
But I his Justice will proclaim,
Who judgeth righteously;
And with a Song will praise the Name
Of God until I die.
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