God loves the righteous and hates the wicked. <br /> <br />My refuge is the God of love; <br />Why do my foes insult and cry, <br />"Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove, <br />To distant woods or mountains fly?" <br /> <br />If government be all destroyed, <br />(That firm foundation of our peace,) <br />And violence make justice void, <br />Where shall the righteous seek redress? <br /> <br />The Lord in heav'n has fixed his throne, <br />His eye surveys the world below: <br />To him all mortal things are known, <br />His eyelids search our spirits through. <br /> <br />If he afflicts his saints so far, <br />To prove their love and try their grace, <br />What may the bold transgressors fear? <br />His very soul abhors their ways. <br /> <br />On impious wretches he shall rain <br />Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death; <br />Such as he kindled on the plain <br />Of Sodom, with his angry breath. <br /> <br />The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, <br />Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; <br />And with a gracious eye beholds <br />The men that his own image bear.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-11/
