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Psalm 17 v.13-15 S. M. Portion of saints and sinners. Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod, To drive thy saints to thee. Behold, the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain. Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store; The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. I shall behold the face Of my forgiving God; And stand complete in righteousness, Washed in my Savior's blood. There's a new heav'n begun, When I awake from death, Dressed in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. Isaac Watts's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1530 |
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