Surely God is good to Israel, to those who are pure in heart. Psalm 73:1
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Afflicted saints happy, and prosperous sinners cursed.
Music: Gerontius John B. Dykes, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Now I’m convinced the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere;
Yet once my foolish thoughts repined,
And bordered on despair.
I grieved to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!
How peaceful is their death!
“With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes,
They lay their fears to sleep;
Against the heav’ns their slanders rise,
While saints in silence weep.
In vain I lift my hands to pray,
And cleanse my heart in vain;
For I am chastened all the day,
The night renews my pain.
Yet while my tongue indulged complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
And grieve the men I love.
But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe,
Till I retired to search Thy Word,
And learn Thy secrets there.
There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.
I heard the wretch profanely boast,
Till at Thy frown he fell;
His honors in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.
Lord, what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect Thy promised grace,
And think the wicked blest.
Thus I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown;
That blessèd hand that broke the snare
Shall guide me to Thy throne.