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Why Doth the Man of Riches Grow?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7450 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1. Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With every rising tide?
2. Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?
3. Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4. Life is a blessing can’t be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne’er be bribed with gold,
That man may never die.
5. He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6. Yet ’tis his inward thought and pride—
My house shall ever stand
And that my name may long abide,
I’ll give it to my land.
7. Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcass lies.
8. This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9. Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10. Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair. Languages: English Tune Title: DORCHESTER
Why Doth the Man of Riches Grow?
Why doth the Man of Riches grow
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49a (1766) Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Man of Riches grow,
To Insolence and Pride,
To see his Wealth and Honours flow,
With ev'ry rising Tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the Poor with Scorn,
Made of the self-same Clay,
And boast as though his Flesh was born
Of better Dust than they?]
3 Not all his Treasures can procure
His Soul a short Reprieve,
Redeem from Death one guilty Hour,
Or make his Brother live.
4 [Life is a Blessing can't be sold,
The Ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with Gold,
That Man may never die.]
5 He sees the Brutish and the Wise,
The Tim'rous and the Brave,
Quit their Possessions, close their Eyes,
And hasten to the Grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward Thought and Pride,
"My House shall ever stand;
"And that my Name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my Land."
7 Vain are his Thoughts, his Hopes are lost,
How soon his Mem'ry dies!
His Name is written in the Dust,
Where his own Carcase lies.]
Pause.
8 This is the Folly of their Way;
And yet their Sons, as vain,
Approve the Words their Fathers say,
And act their Works again.
9 Men void of Wisdom, and of Grace,
If Honour raise them high,
Live like the Beast, a thoughtless Race,
And like the Beast they die.
10 [Laid in the Grave like silly Sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep,
In Terror and Despair.] Topics: Death and pride; Death and Resurrection; Death of saints and sinners; Envy and Unbelief cured; Hope and despair in death; Mortality of man; Resurrection and death of Christ; Resurrection of the saints; Riches, their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Why doth the Man of Riches grow
Why doth the man of riches grow
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #49 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With ev'ry rising tide?
2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
My house shall ever stand;
And that my name may long abide
I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his mem'ry dies!
His name is buried in the dust
Where his own body lies.
8 This is the folly of their way,
And yet their sons as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race,
And like the beasts they die.
10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
And wakes them in despair.
Part II.
11 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just,
And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust
Your pomp shall rise no more.
12 The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorned them here?
13 God will my naked soul receive,
Call'd from the world away,
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my mould'ring clay.
14 Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.
Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
Why doth the man of riches grow
Why doth the man of riches grow
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #105 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With ev'ry rising tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self same clay,
And boast as tho' his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.]
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
'My house shall ever stand:
'And that my name may long abide,
'I'll give it to my land.'
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost;
How soon his mem'ry dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcase lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
In terror and despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Why doth the man of riches grow
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #84b (1786) First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #84b (1790) First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #91 (1786) First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #91 (1787) First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide.
2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
3 Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.
5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust,
Where his own body lies.
Pause.
8 This is the folly of their way
And yet their sons as vain
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
Tho' honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death triumphs o'er them there,
Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep,
And wakes them in despair.] Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #86 (1740) First Line: Why doth the Man of Riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Man of Riches grow
To Insolence and Pride,
To see his Wealth and Honours flow
With ev'ry rising Tide?
2 [Why doth he treat the Poor with Scorn,
Made of the self-same Clay,
And boast as though his Flesh was born
Of better Dust than they?]
3 Not all his Treasures can procure
His Soul a short Reprieve,
Redeem from Death one guilty Hour,
Or make his Brother live.
4 [Life is a Blessing can't be sold,
The Ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with Gold,
That Man may never die.]
5 He sees the Brutish and the Wise,
The Tim'rous and the Brave,
Quit their Possessions, close their Eyes,
And hasten to the Grave.
6 Yet 'tis his inward Thought and Pride,
"My House shall ever stand;
"And that my Name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my Land."
7 Vain are his Thoughts, his Hopes are lost,
How soon his Mem'ry dies!
His Name is written in the Dust
Where his own Carcase lies.]
Pause.
8 This is the Folly of their Way;
And yet their Sons, as vain,
Approve the Words their Fathers say,
And act their Works again.
9 Men void of Wisdom, and of Grace,
If Honour raise them high,
Live like the Beast, a thoughtless Race,
And like the Beast they die.
10 [Laid in the Grave like silly Sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep
In Terror and Despair.] Topics: Death and pride; Death and Resurrection; Death of saints and sinners; Envy and Unbelief cured; Hope and despair in death; Mortality of man; Resurrection and death of Christ; Resurrection of the saints; Riches, their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Psalm 49 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.109 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics:
Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With every rising tide?
[Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
[Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,
That man may never die.]
He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-
My house shall ever stand
And that my name may long abide,
I'll give it to my land."
Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcass lies.
This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
[Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.]
Topics: Resurrection of the saints; Death of saints and sinners; Despair and hope in death; Hope and despair in death; Envy and unbelief cured; Prosperous sinners cursed; Mortality of man; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Life and riches, their vanity; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Vanity of life and riches Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Psalm 49 Part 1
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