Verse 1
Whate’er is not of God
Is labour lost and vain:
The works of men tho’ men applaud,
They cannot long remain:
Exulting in their power,
Who seem to reach the sky
Shall bloom and wither in an hour,
With all their works shall die.
Verse 2
The adversary’s seed
As thorns and briers abound,
The vineyard of our Lord o’respread,
And clog the sacred ground:
But Jesus shall at last
Reveal his righteous ire,
And root up Satan’s plants, and cast
Them all into the fire.
Verse 3
Who their own good declare,
Their height of grace possess,
May flourish for a season fair,
As trees of righteousness,
But God did never plant,
Nor will for his approve
Men that the children’s spirit want,
The meek and humble love.