Scripture Verse

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. Psalm 37:1


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. The cure of envy, fretfulness and unbelief; or, the rewards of the righteous and the wicked; or, the world’s hatred and the saint’s patience.

Music: Wind­sor Chris­to­pher Tye, 1533. Ar­ranged in the Booke of Mu­sicke, by Will­iam Da­man, 1591 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Tye (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wick­ed rise?
Or en­vy sin­ners wax­ing great
By vio­lence and lies?

As flow­ery grass cut down at noon,
Before the ev­en­ing fades,
So shall their glo­ries van­ish soon
In ev­er­last­ing shades.

Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And prac­tice all that’s good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And He’ll pro­vide me food.

I to my God my ways com­mit,
And cheer­ful wait His will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubt­ful feet,
Shall my de­sires ful­fill.

Mine in­no­cence shalt Thou dis­play,
And make Thy judg­ments known,
Fair as the light of dawn­ing day,
And glo­ri­ous as the noon.

The meek at last the earth pos­sess,
And are the heirs of Heav’n;
True rich­es, with abun­dant peace,
To hum­ble souls are giv’n.

Rest in the Lord, and keep His way,
Nor let your an­ger rise,
Though Pro­vi­dence should long de­lay
To pun­ish haugh­ty vice.

Let sin­ners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord de­rides them, for He sees
Their day of ven­geance come.

They have drawn out the threat­en­ing sword,
Have bent the mur­der­ous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the right­eous low.

My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their per­se­cut­ing darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain sur­prise their hearts.