Full Lyrics
Great God, and Just! How can'st thou see,
Dear God, our Misery,
And not in Mercy set us free?
Poor, miserable Man! How wert thou born?
Weak as the dewy Jewels of the Morn!
Wrapt up in tender Dust,
Guarded with Sins and Lust;
Who, like CourtFlatterers, wait,
To serve themselves in thy unhappy Fate:
Wealth is a Snare, and Poverty brings in
Inlets for Theft, paving the way for Sin;
Each perfum'd Vanity doth gently breathe
Sin in thy Soul, and whispers it to death:
Our Faults, like ulcerated Sores, do go
O'er the sound Flesh, and do corrupt that too.
Lord! we are sick, spotted with sin,
Thick as a crusty Leper's Skin;
Like Naaman, bid us wash, yet let it be
In streams of Blood, that flow from thee.
Then will we sing,
Touch'd by the heav'nly Dove's bright Wing,
Hallelujahs, Psalms, and Praise,
To God, the Lord of Night and Days,
Ever good, and ever just,
Who ever must
Thus be sung, is still the same,
Eternal Praises crown his name.
