1 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.
2 The last great Day shall change the Scene;
When will that Hour appear?
When shall the Just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?
3 GOD will my naked Soul receive,
When sep'rate from the Flesh;
And break the Prison of the Grave,
To raise my Bones afresh.
4 Heav'n is my everlasting Home,
Th' Inheritance is sure:
Let Men of Pride their Rage resume,
But I'll Repine no more.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just |
| Title: | Death, and the Resurrection |
| Meter: | Common Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Death: and pride; Death: and Resurrection; Death: of saints and sinners (6 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |