Daniel Read - Pembrook - текст песни (слова)

Arise, my gracious God,
 And make the wicked flee;
 They are but thy chastising rod,
 To drive thy saints to thee.
 
 Behold, the sinner dies,
 His haughty words are vain;
 Here in this life his pleasure lies,
 And all beyond is pain.
 
 Then let his pride advance,
 And boast of all his store;
 The Lord is my inheritance,
 My soul can wish no more.
 
 I hear thy word with love,
 And I would fain obey:
 Send thy good Spirit from above
 To guide me, lest I stray.
 
 O who can ever find
 The errors of his ways?
 Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind
 I would not dare transgress.
 
 While with my heart and tongue
 I spread thy praise abroad,
 Accept the worship and the song,
 My Savior and my God.