Note 12 — IV.
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Why dost thou, Tyrant, boast abroad thy wicked works to praise? Dost thou not know there is a God, whose mercies last alwaies?
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On mischiefe why sett'st thou thy minde, and wilt not walke upright? Thou hast more lust false tales to find, than bring the truth to light. Thou dost delight in fraud and guile, in mischiefe, bloud and wrong. Thy lips have learned the flattering stile, oh false deceitful tongue.
Therefore shall God for aye confound, and pluck thee from thy place; Thy seed root out from off the ground, and so shall thee deface. The just, when they behold thy fall, with feare shall praise the Lord; And in reproach of thee withall, crie out with one accord:—
"Behold the man that woulde not take the Lord for his defence; But of his goods his God did make, and trust his corrupt sense. But I, as olive, fresh and green, shall spring and spread abroad; For why? my trust all times hath been, upon the living God!
"For this therefore will I give praise to Thee with heart and voyce; I will set forth Thy name alwayes, wherein Thy saints rejoyce."
Psalm lii. in Sternhold and Hopkins.