The Heart Dejected Sighs to Know

The heart de­ject­ed sighs to know

Why vice tri­umph­ant reigns be­low;

Why saints have fall’n in ev­ery age

The vic­tims of ty­ran­nic rage.

Fast roll suc­cess­ive years away;

Fast hast­ens on th’im­port­ant day

When

to th’as­ton­ished world’s sur­prise

God’s high tri­bun­al shall arise.

Hark! ’tis the trum­pet’s pierc­ing sound;

The ris­ing dead as­sem­ble round;

In close pro­cess­ion

see

they come

Each to re­ceive his fi­nal doom.

Lo! there

a vile

de­gen­er­ate race;

Pale ter­ror sits on ev­ery face:

Here

on the right

a joy­ful band

The sons of suf­fer­ing vir­tue stand.

The sen­tence passed

lo! these arise

To bliss and glo­ry in the skies:

While those

who once stood high in fame

Sink to con­tempt and last­ing shame.

Thus shall God’s gov­ern­ment ap­pear

Without a shade

di­vin­ely fair;

And blush­ing doubt with joy con­fess

The Lord’s a God of right­eous­ness.