Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine. {But, oh, their end, their dreadful end,} {Thy sanctuary taught me so,} {On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,} And fiery billows roll below. {But, oh, their end, their dreadful end,} {Thy sanctuary taught me so,} {On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,} And fiery billows roll below. @calvinismmemes 167 views16:36
