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Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #97 (1791) First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honors flow With ev'ry rising tide. [2 Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as though his flesh was born Of better dust than they? 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 Eternal life can ne'er be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die.] 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land." 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his mem'ry dies! His name is buried in the dust, Where his own body lies.] Pause. 8 This is the folly of their way! And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, Though honor raise them high, Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. [10 Laid in the grave, like silly sheep, Death triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English