Hymn H13

Help, Lord, because the godly man
Doth daily fade away;
And from among the sons of men
The faithful do decay
Unto his neighbor every one
Doth utter vanity;
They with a double heart do speak,
And lips of flattery.

God shall cut off all flattering lips,
Tongues that speak proudly thus:
We'll with our tongues prevail; our lips
Are ours: who's Lord over us?
Lord, Thou shalt us preserve and keep
For ever from this race;
On each side walk the wicked, when
Vile men are high in place.