v.1-15 <br />C. M. <br />The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief. <br /> <br />Why should I vex my soul, and fret <br />To see the wicked rise? <br />Or envy sinners waxing great <br />By violence and lies? <br /> <br />As flowery grass, cut down at noon, <br />Before the ev'ning fades, <br />So shall their glories vanish soon <br />In everlasting shades. <br /> <br />Then let me make the Lord my trust, <br />And practise all that's good; <br />So shall I dwell among the just, <br />And he'll provide me food. <br /> <br />I to my God my ways commit, <br />And cheerful wait his will; <br />Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, <br />Shall my desires fulfil. <br /> <br />Mine innocence shalt thou display, <br />And make thy judgments known, <br />Fair as the light of dawning day, <br />And glorious as the noon. <br /> <br />The meek at last the earth possess, <br />And are the heirs of heav'n; <br />True riches, with abundant peace, <br />To humble souls are giv'n. <br /> <br />PAUSE. <br /> <br />Rest in the Lord, and keep his way, <br />Nor let your anger rise, <br />Though Providence should long delay <br />To punish haughty vice. <br /> <br />Let sinners join to break your peace, <br />And plot, and rage, and foam; <br />The Lord derides them, for he sees <br />Their day of vengeance come. <br /> <br />They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, <br />Have bent the murd'rous bow, <br />To slay the men that fear the Lord, <br />And bring the righteous low. <br /> <br />My God shall break their bows, and burn <br />Their persecuting darts, <br />Shall their own swords against them turn, <br />And pain surprise their hearts.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-37-part-1/
