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<h2>GOD LOVETH THE RIGHTEOUS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I envied the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.” Psalm 73:2-3</h3></p>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_a_sankey_id.jpg" alt="Ira David Sankey (1840-1908)" width="133.333333333333" height="191.333333333333"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of RMJC Archives Collection</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Author unknown.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Sankey,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Ira David Sankey</a>, 1877 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_sankey.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>God loveth the righteous, His goodness is sure.<br>
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He never forsaketh the good and the pure.<br>
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Yet once my faith faltered, I envied the proud,<br>
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In doubt and disquiet my spirit was bowed.</p>
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<p>The wicked are prosperous and firm in their strength,<br>
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No pangs do they suffer, though death come at length.<br>
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They are not in trouble as other men are,<br>
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The plagues of their fellows they view from afar.</p>
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<p>In garments of boasting and violence decked,<br>
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With wealth more abundant than heart could expect,<br>
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They scoff, and the helpless they proudly oppress.<br>
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The heavens and the earth they assume to possess.</p>
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<p>Despising God’s people, they cause them to drain<br>
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The cup of oppression, injustice and pain.<br>
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They question God’s knowledge and boldly defy<br>
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The might and the justice of God the Most High.</p>
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<p>The wicked, grown wealthy, have comfort and peace,<br>
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While I, daily chastened, see troubles increase,<br>
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And, wronging God’s children, I cried in my pain,<br>
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That clean hands are worthless and pure hearts are vain.</p>
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<p>I went to God’s temple: my doubts were dispelled.<br>
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The end of life’s journey I clearly beheld.<br>
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I saw in what peril ungodly men stand,<br>
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With sudden destruction and ruin at hand.</p>
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<p>As when one waking forgetteth his dream,<br>
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So God will despise them, though great they may seem.<br>
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My envy was senseless; my grief was for naught.<br>
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Because I was faithless, and foolish my thought.</p>
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