Psalm Lxxiii: Now I'm Convinced The Lord Is Kind Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Now I 'm convinced the Lord is kind	A
To men of heart sincere	B
Yet once my foolish thoughts repined	A
And bordered on despair	C
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I grieved to see the wicked thrive	D
And spoke with angry breath	E
How pleasant and profane they live	D
How peaceful is their death	E
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With well fed flesh and haughty eyes	F
They lay their fears to sleep	G
Against the heav'ns their slanders rise	F
While saints in silence weep	G
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In vain I lift my hands to pray	H
And cleanse my heart in vain	I
For I am chastened all the day	H
The night renews my pain	I
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Yet while my tongue indulged complaints	J
I felt my heart reprove	D
Sure I shall thus offend thy saints	J
And grieve the men I love	D
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But still I found my doubts too hard	A
The conflict too severe	B
Till I retired to search thy word	A
And learn thy secrets there	C
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There as in some prophetic glass	K
I saw the sinner's feet	A
High mounted on a slipp'ry place	L
Beside a fiery pit	A
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I heard the wretch profanely boast	A
Till at thy frown he fell	M
His honors in a dream were lost	A
And he awakes in hell	M
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Lord what an envious fool I was	N
How like a thoughtless beast	A
Thus to suspect thy promised grace	L
And think the wicked blessed	A
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Yet I was kept from full despair	C
Upheld by power unknown	O
That blessed hand that broke the snare	C
Shall guide me to thy throne	O
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God my supporter and my hope	P
My help for ever near	B
Thine arm of mercy held me up	Q
When sinking in despair	C
	-
Thy counsels Lord shall guide my feet	A
Through this dark wilderness	R
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat	A
To dwell before thy face	L
	-
Were I in heav'n without my God	A
'twould be no joy to me	S
And whilst this earth is my abode	A
I long for none but thee	S
	-
What if the springs of life were broke	T
And flesh and heart should faint	A
God is my soul's eternal rock	U
The strength of ev'ry saint	A
	-
Behold the sinners that remove	D
Far from thy presence die	A
Not all the idol gods they love	D
Can save them when they cry	A
	-
But to draw near to thee my God	A
Shall be my sweet employ	V
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad	A
And tell the world my joy	V
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Lord what a thoughtless wretch was I	A
To mourn and murmur and repine	O
To see the wicked placed on high	A
In pride and robes of' honour shine	O
	-
But O their end their dreadful end	A
Thy sanctuary taught me so	W
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand	A
And fiery billows roll below	W
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Now let them boast how tall they rise	F
I'll never envy them again	O
There they may stand with haughty eyes	F
Till they plunge deep in endless pain	O
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Their fancied joys how fast they flee	S
Just like a dream when man awakes	F
Their songs of softest harmony	S
Are but a preface to their plagues	F
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Now I esteem their mirth and wine	O
Too dear to purchase with my blood	A
Lord 'tis enough that thou art mine	O
My life my portion and my God	A
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Sure there's a righteous God	A
Nor is religion vain	O
Though men of vice may boast aloud	A
And men of grace complain	O
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I saw the wicked rise	F
And felt my heart repine	O
While haughty fools with scornful eyes	F
In robes of' honor shine	O
	-
Pampered with wanton ease	F
Their flesh looks full and fair	C
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas	F
And grows without their care	C
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Free from the plagues and pains	F
That pious souls endure	X
Through all their life oppression reigns	F
And racks the humble poor	Y
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Their impious tongues blaspheme	S
The everlasting God	A
Their malice blasts the good man's name	S
And spreads their lies abroad	A
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But I with flowing tears	F
Indulged my doubts to rise	F
Is there a God that sees or hears	F
The things below the skies	F
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The tumults of my thought	A
Held me in hard suspense	F
Till to thy house my feet were brought	A
To learn thy justice thence	F
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Thy word with light and power	Z
Did my mistake amend	A
I viewed the sinners' life before	A2
But here I learned their end	A
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On what a slippery steep	G
The thoughtless wretches go	W
And O that dreadful fiery deep	G
That waits their fall below	W
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Lord at thy feet I bow	B2
My thoughts no more repine	O
I call my God my portion now	O
And all my powers are thine	O

Isaac Watts

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