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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm LXXIII: Now I'm Convinced the Lord Is Kind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I 'm convinced the Lord is kind<br>To men of heart sincere;<br>Yet once my foolish thoughts repined,<br>And bordered on despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grieved to see the wicked thrive,<br>And spoke with angry breath,<br>&quot;How pleasant and profane they live !<br>How peaceful is their death !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes,<br>They lay their fears to sleep;<br>Against the heav'ns their slanders rise,<br>While saints in silence weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;In vain I lift my hands to pray,<br>And cleanse my heart in vain;<br>For I am chastened all the day,<br>The night renews my pain.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet while my tongue indulged complaints,<br>I felt my heart reprove,<br>&quot;Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,<br>And grieve the men I love.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still I found my doubts too hard,<br>The conflict too severe,<br>Till I retired to search thy word,<br>And learn thy secrets there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, as in some prophetic glass,<br>I saw the sinner's feet<br>High mounted on a slipp'ry place,<br>Beside a fiery pit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the wretch profanely boast,<br>Till at thy frown he fell;<br>His honors in a dream were lost,<br>And he awakes in hell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, what an envious fool I was!<br>How like a thoughtless beast<br>Thus to suspect thy promised grace,<br>And think the wicked blessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I was kept from full despair,<br>Upheld by power unknown;<br>That blessed hand that broke the snare<br>Shall guide me to thy throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God, my supporter and my hope,<br>My help for ever near,<br>Thine arm of mercy held me up,<br>When sinking in despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet<br>Through this dark wilderness;<br>Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,<br>To dwell before thy face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I in heav'n without my God,<br>'twould be no joy to me;<br>And whilst this earth is my abode,<br>I long for none but thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if the springs of life were broke,<br>And flesh and heart should faint?<br>God is my soul's eternal rock,<br>The strength of ev'ry saint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, the sinners that remove<br>Far from thy presence die;<br>Not all the idol gods they love<br>Can save them when they cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to draw near to thee, my God,<br>Shall be my sweet employ;<br>My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,<br>And tell the world my joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,<br>To mourn, and murmur, and repine,<br>To see the wicked placed on high,<br>In pride and robes of' honour shine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But O their end, their dreadful end!<br>Thy sanctuary taught me so;<br>On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,<br>And fiery billows roll below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now let them boast how tall they rise,<br>I'll never envy them again;<br>There they may stand with haughty eyes,<br>Till they plunge deep in endless pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!<br>Just like a dream when man awakes;<br>Their songs of softest harmony<br>Are but a preface to their plagues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I esteem their mirth and wine<br>Too dear to purchase with my blood;<br>Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,<br>My life, my portion, and my God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure there's a righteous God,<br>Nor is religion vain;<br>Though men of vice may boast aloud,<br>And men of grace complain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the wicked rise,<br>And felt my heart repine,<br>While haughty fools with scornful eyes<br>In robes of' honor shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pampered with wanton ease,<br>Their flesh looks full and fair;<br>Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,<br>And grows without their care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Free from the plagues and pains<br>That pious souls endure;<br>Through all their life oppression reigns,<br>And racks the humble poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their impious tongues blaspheme<br>The everlasting God;<br>Their malice blasts the good man's name,<br>And spreads their lies abroad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I with flowing tears<br>Indulged my doubts to rise;<br>&quot;Is there a God that sees or hears<br>The things below the skies?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tumults of my thought<br>Held me in hard suspense,<br>Till to thy house my feet were brought,<br>To learn thy justice thence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy word with light and power<br>Did my mistake amend;<br>I viewed the sinners' life before,<br>But here I learned their end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On what a slippery steep<br>The thoughtless wretches go;<br>And O that dreadful fiery deep<br>That waits their fall below!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, at thy feet I bow,<br>My thoughts no more repine;<br>I call my God my portion now,<br>And all my powers are thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Yet once my foolish thoughts repined,
And bordered on despair.

I grieved to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
&quot;How pleasant and profane they live !
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