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Psalm 49 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.110 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics:
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.
The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.
Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
Psalm 49 Part 2
Psalm 49
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.111 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor Lyrics:
Why do the proud insult the poor,
And boast the large estates they have?
How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave!
They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying brother breath,
When God commands him down to dust.
There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
That flesh, so delicately fed,
Lies cold and moulders in the ground.
Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find th' oppressor at their feet.
His honors perish in the dust,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.
My Savior shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode;
My flesh and soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever near my God.
Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
Psalm 49
Why do the wealthy Wicked boast
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P37b (1766) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured Lyrics: 1 Why do the wealthy Wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?
The meanest Portion of the Just
Excels the Sinner's Gold.
2 The Wicked borrows of his Friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The Saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the Poor away.
3 His Alms with lib'ral Heart he gives
Amongst the Sons of Need;
His Mem'ry to long Ages lives,
And blessed is his Seed.
4 His Lips abhor to talk prophane,
To slander or defraud;
His ready Tongue declares to Men
What he has learn'd of GOD.
5 The Law and Gospel of the Lord
Deep in his Heart abide;
Led by the Spirit, and the Word,
His Feet shall never slide.
6 When Sinners fall, the Righteous stand,
Preserv'd from ev'ry Snare;
They shall possess the promis'd Land,
And dwell for ever there. Scripture: Psalm 37:16-31 Languages: English
Why do the wealthy Wicked boast
My GOD, the Steps of pious Men
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P37c (1766) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured Lyrics: 1 My GOD, the Steps of pious Men
Are order'd by thy Will;
Tho' they should fall, they rise again,
Thy Hand supports them still.
2 The Lord delights to see their Ways,
Their Virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his Grace,
Nor leave the Man he loves.
3 The heav'nly Heritage is theirs,
Their Portion and their Home;
He feeds them now, and makes them Heirs
Of Blessings long to come.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye Sons of Men,
Nor fear when Tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their Pride was vain,
When Justice casts them down.
Pause.
5 The haughty Sinner have I seen,
Nor fearing Man nor God,
Like a tall Bay-Tree fair and green,
Spreading his Arms abroad.
6 And, lo! he vanish'd from the Ground,
Destroy'd by Hands unseen;
Nor Root, nor Branch, nor Leaf was found
Where all that Pride had been.
7 But mark the Man of Righteousness,
His sev'ral Steps attend;
True Pleasure runs thro' all his Ways,
And peaceful is his End. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English
My GOD, the Steps of pious Men
Why doth the Man of Riches grow
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49a (1766) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Man of Riches grow,
To Insolence and Pride,
To see his Wealth and Honours 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 [Life is a Blessing can't 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 Tim'rous 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 written in the Dust,
Where his own Carcase 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,
If Honour 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 feeds upon them there,
Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep,
In Terror and Despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Why doth the Man of Riches grow
Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49b (1766) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
Why do the Proud insult the Poor
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49c (1766) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured Lyrics: 1 Why do the Proud insult the Poor,
And boast the large Estates they have?
How vain are Riches to secure
Their haughty Owners from the Grave!
2 They can't redeem one Hour from Death
With all the Wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying Brother Breath,
When GOD commands him down to Dust.
3 There the dark Earth and dismal Shade
Shall clasp their naked Bodies round;
That Flesh so delicately fed,
Lies cold, and moulders in the Ground.
4 Like thoughtless Sheep the Sinner dies,
Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat:
The Saints shall in the Morning rise,
And find th' Oppressor at their Feet.
5 His Honours perish in the Dust,
And Pomp, and Beauty, Birth and Blood:
That glorious Day exalts the Just
To full Dominion o'er the Proud.
6 My Saviour shall my Life restore,
And raise me from my dark Abode;
My Flesh and Soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever near my GOD.
Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
Why do the Proud insult the Poor
Charity to the Poor; or, Religionin Words and Deeds
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #68 (1740) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured First Line: Why do the wealthy Wicked boast Lyrics: 1 Why do the wealthy Wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?
The meanest Portion of the Just
Excels the Sinner's Gold.
2 The Wicked borrows of his Friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The Saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the Poor away.
3 His Alms with lib'ral Heart he gives
Amongst the Sons of Need;
His Mem'ry to long Ages lives,
And blessed is his Seed.
4 His Lips abhor to talk prophane,
To slander or defraud;
His ready Tongue declares to Men
What he has learn'd of GOD.
5 The Law and Gospel of the Lord
Deep in his Heart abide;
Led by the Spirit, and the Word,
His Feet shall never slide.
6 When Sinners fall, the Righteous stand,
Preserv'd from ev'ry Snare;
They shall possess the promis'd Land,
And dwell for ever there. Scripture: Psalm 37:16-31 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or, Religionin Words and Deeds
The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #69 (1740) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured First Line: My GOD, the Steps of pious Men Lyrics: 1 My GOD, the Steps of pious Men
Are order'd by thy Will;
Tho' they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hHand supports them still.
2 The Lord delights to see their Ways,
Their Virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his Grace,
Nor leave the Man he loves.
3 The heav'nly Heritage is theirs,
Their Portion and their Home;
He feeds them now, and makes them Heirs
Of Blessings long to come.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye Sons of Men,
Nor fear when Tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their Pride was vain,
When Justice casts them down.
Pause.
5 The haughty Sinner have I seen,
Nor fearing Man nor God,
Like a tall Bay-Tree fair and green,
Spreading his Arms abroad.
6 And, lo! he vanish'd from the Ground,
Destroy'd by Hands unseen;
Nor Root, nor Branch, nor Leaf was found
Where all that Pride had been.
7 But mark the Man of Righteousness,
His sev'ral Steps attend;
True Pleasure runs thro' all his Ways,
And peaceful is his End. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English
The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #86 (1740) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured 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 Honours 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 [Life is a Blessing can't 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 Tim'rous 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 written in the Dust
Where his own Carcase 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,
If Honour 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 feeds upon them there,
Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep
In Terror and Despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
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