Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has reared,
Against his goodness rebels prove.
6 His grace despised, his power defied,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.
7 The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few,
Who tremble for the ark of God,