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No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Sacred poetry #d324 (1817)
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d527 (1844)
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d540 (1848)
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Columbian Repository #560 (1803)
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d568 (1843)
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #597 (1819) Languages: English
No, I shall envy them no more
No, I shall envy them no more
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns to Aid in Public and Private Devotion #d610 (1856) Languages: English
No, I shall envy them no more
Hymn 56
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.56 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: No, I shall envy them no more Lyrics:
No, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.
They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod!
Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne'er a God.
Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;
But death comes hast'ning on to you,
To mow your glory down.
Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies,
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.
Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright you shine;
Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.
Languages: English
Hymn 56
The misery of being without God in this world: or, vain prosperity
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.LVI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: No, I shall envy them no more Lyrics: 1 No, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely great,
Tho' they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.
2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod!
Well, they may search the creature thro',
For they have ne'er a God.
3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own,
But death comes hast'ning on to you,
To mow your glory down.
4 Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies,
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.
5 Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright you shine:
Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are your's,
And my Redeemer's mine.
Languages: English
The misery of being without God in this world: or, vain prosperity
The Misery of being without God in this world; Or, Vain Prosperity
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXC (1791) First Line: No, I shall envy them no more Lyrics: 1 No, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely Great,
Tho' they increase their golden Store,
And rise to wond'rous Height.
2 They taste of all the Joys that grow
Upon this earthly Clod!
Well, they may search the Creature thro',
For they have ne'er a God.
3 Shake off the Thoughts of dying too,
And think your Life your own;
But Death comes hast'ning on to you,
To mow your Glory down.
4 Yes, you must bow your stately Head,
Away your Spirit flies,
And no kind Angel near your Bed,
To bear it to the Skies.
5 Go now, and boast of all your Stores,
And tell how bright you shine;
Your Heaps of glitt'ring Dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine. Languages: English
The Misery of being without God in this world; Or, Vain Prosperity
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