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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 Resurrection |
| Meter: | Common Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1780 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |