Why boast thyself, O mighty man

1 Why boast thyself, O mighty man,
of mischief and of wrong?
The goodness of Almighty God
endureth all day long.
2 Thy tongue doth mischief still devise,
and falsely doth revile;
like to a razor whetted sharp,
for ever working guile.

3 Ill more than good thou lov'st, lies more
than speaking righteousness:
4 thou lovest all-devouring words,
tongue of deceitfulness.
5 So God shall thee destroy for aye,
remove thee, pluck thee out
quite from thy tent, and from the land
of living men thee root.

6 The righteous shall it see and fear,
and laugh at him they shall:
7 lo, this the man is that did not
make God his strength at all:
but he in his abundant wealth
his confidence did place;
and he took strength unto himself
from his own wickedness.

8 But I am in the house of God
like a green olive tree;
I in God's mercy put my trust
unto eternity.

9 And I for ever will thee praise,
because thou hast done this,
before thy saints I on thy name
will wait, for good it is.

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P52