For sure the Lord will not cast off those that his people be, Neither his own inheritance quit and forsake will he:
For God loves judgment, and his saints leaves not in any case; They are kept ever: but cut off shall be the sinner's race.
What man is he that life desires, to see good would live long?
Thy folk they break in pieces, Lord, thine heritage oppress:
O call to thy rememberance thy congregation, Which thou hast purchased of old; still think the same upon: The rod of thine inheritance, which thou redeemed hast, This Sion hill, wherein thou hadst thy dwelling in times past.