When man grows bold in sin,
My heart within me cries,
“He hath no fear of God within,
Nor fear before his eyes.”

He walks awhile concealed
In a self flattering dream,
Till his dark crimes at once revealed
Expose his hateful name.

His heart is false and foul,
His words are smooth and fair;
Wisdom is vanished from his soul,
And leaves no goodness there.

He plots upon his bed
New mischiefs to fulfill;
He sets his heart, and hand, and head,
To practice all that’s ill.

But there’s a dreadful God,
Though men renounce His fear;
His justice, hid behind the cloud,
Shall one great day appear.

His truth transcends the sky,
In Heav’n His mercies dwell;
Deep as the sea His judgments lie,
His anger burns to hell.

How excellent His love,
Whence all our safety springs!
O never let my soul remove
From underneath His wings.