Why should I vex my soul, and fret |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies?
2. As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
3. Then let me make the Lord my trust,
4. I to my God my ways commit,
5. Mine innocence shalt thou display, | 6. The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'n.
7. Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,
8. Let sinners join to break your peace,
9. They have drawn out the threat'ning sword,
10. My God shall break their bows, and burn |