The Sinner’s Portion, and Saint’s hope. Ps. 17. 9-15
1 Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.
2 Their hope and portion lie below;
’Tis all the happiness they know;
’Tis all they seek; they take their shares
And leave the rest among their heirs.
3 What sinners value I resign;
Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine.
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life’s a dream, an empty show,
But the bright world to which I go,
Has joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
5 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.
6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.
" From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
 They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
 They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;
 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
 Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
 From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
 As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness." Psalm 17:9-15