While Sinners Utter Boasting Words

While sin­ners ut­ter boast­ing words

And glo­ry in their shame;

The Lord

well pleased

an ear af­fords

To those who fear His name.

They oft­en meet to seek His face

And what they do or say

Is not­ed in His book of grace

Against ano­ther day.

For they

by faith

a day des­cry

And joy­ful­ly ex­pect

When He

des­cend­ing from the sky

His jew­els will col­lect.

Unnoticed now

be­cause un­known

A poor and suf­fer­ing few;

He comes to claim them for His own

And bring them forth to view.

With trans­port then

their Sav­ior’s care

And fa­vor they shall prove;

As ten­der par­ents guard and spare

The child­ren of their love.

Assembled worlds will then dis­cern

The saints alone are blest;

When wrath shall like an ov­en burn

And ven­geance strike the rest.