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124 5 The Lord is still the same, A mighty shield and tower, And they who trust his name Are guarded by his power ; He can the rage of lions tame, And bear them harmless through the flame.

6 Yet we too often shrink When trials are in view, Expecting we must sink, And never can get through : But could we once believe indeed, From all these fears we should be freed.

1 POOR sinners! little do they think With whom they have to do! But stand securely on the brink Of everlasting woe.

2 Belshazzar thus, profanely bold, The Lord of hosts defied ; But vengeance soon his boasts control d, And humbled all his pride.

3 He saw a hand upon the wall (And trembled on his throne), Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall In characters unknown.

4 Why should he tremble at the view Of what he could not read ? Foreboding conscience quickly knew His ruin was decreed.

5 See him o erwhelm d with deep distress ; His eyes with anguish roll ; His looks and loosen d joints express The terrors of his soul.

6 His pomp and music, guests and wine, No more delight afford: sinner, ere this case be thine, Begin to seek the Lord.