The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#Ps.159

Ps.159. Psalm 73

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine!

But O their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again;
There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.

Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.

Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
• Title: Psalm 73
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Scripture:
  Psalm 73:22
  ;
  Psalm 73:3
  ;
  Psalm 73:6
  ;
  Psalm 73:17-20
• Topic: Delight: in God; Prosperous sinners cursed; Prosperity: dangerous; Afflicted: saints happy; God: our portion here and hereafter; Providence: its mystery unfolded

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