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Text: | Psalm 73 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
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 | |
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First Line: | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I |
Title: | Psalm 73 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1806 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | Delight: in God; Prosperous sinners cursed; Prosperity: dangerous(3 more...) |