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Now for the bitter sighing of the poor, The lord hath said, I will no more forbear, The wicked's kingdom to invade and scour, And set at large the men restrain'd in fear. the poor are the dearest of God.

sure, the word of God is pure, and fine// beautiful poem

wonderful writing- O Lord, thou didst draw nigh, The wicked daily do enlarge their bands; And that, which makes them follow ill a vie, Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.

'And time it is, O Lord, thou didst draw nigh, The wicked daily do enlarge their bands; And that, which makes them follow ill a vie, Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.' These words are as true today as they were four centuries ago.