Scripture Verse

I envied the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. Psalm 73:3


Isaac Watts

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. The mys­te­ry of pro­vi­dence un­fold­ed.

Music: Neare­r Home Is­aac B. Wood­bu­ry, 1852. Har­mo­ny by Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Isaac B. Woodbury


Sure there’s a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain;
Though men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.

I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine,
While haughty fools with scornful eyes
In robes of honor shine.

Pampered with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair;
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.

Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure;
Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God;
Their malice blasts the good man’s name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

But I with flowing tears
Indulged my doubts to rise;
Is there a God that sees or hears
The things below the skies

The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense,
Till to Thy house my feet were brought,
To learn Thy justice thence.

Thy Word with light and power
Did my mistakes amend;
I viewed the sinner’s life before,
But here I learnt their end.

On what slippery steep
The thoughtless wretches go!
And O that dreadful fiery deep
That waits their fall below.

Lord, at Thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my powers are Thine.