Dost fail to please thy kind?—It is a sad disgrace!
Enough, if on thee smile thy heav'nly Father's face.
The worst that man can do is to betray and leave thee;
But God is righteous, and His judgment can't deceive thee.
Doth He say, “Thou art Mine, thy way doth please Me well?”
Then be thy heart consol'd, let joy thy bosom swell,
Cast to the wind the lies by wicked men indited,
Be still, and thou shalt see, by God shall all be righted.
Pride, arrogance, and pomp are ne'er enduring found,
Like brightest glass they fall, and break upon the ground;