When sinners utter boasting words

They shall he mine, saith the Lord by John Newton


 * When 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 suff'ring 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.