HY justice, like the hills, remains; Thy providence the world sustains; Since of Thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just N. V. (II.) XXXVII. EX not thy soul for men of pride: Though long their earthly bliss abide, Let not thine envy rise. As grass in summer's fresh array, As flow'rs that fade ere close of day, Cast on the Lord thy load of care: His succour shall sustain. Thy righteous Judge shall guard the right, The Lord is still the good man's guide; Gives gladness on his way; Gives, though he fall, new strength to rise; His arm, that every need supplies, Is still the good man's stay. |