Why are the wicked well
Why are they not in hell
Why do they have no pain
Why do they always gain
How can they survive
Why do the boastful thrive
Have I obeyed in vain
And kept heart from stain
Is God just or not
Am I left to rot?
Now I see all straight
God will surely vindicate
His justice though delayed
Will find the wicked slayed
I’ve seen their end
Though they condescend
In a sudden crash
Their teeth will gnash
God will remove their place
From the human race
They cannot last
And will soon be past
Their foot will slip
They will lose their grip
I must not doubt
God will find them out
He is dreadfully provoked
His wrath is now stoked
While men do wrong
God is yet strong
Evil made to conform
His work to perform
In the cross I see
Death brings mercy
God indeed reigns
The I AM ordains
To God I belong
My portion and my song
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