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Death and Resurrection
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #92a (1787) Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just 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,
Call'd from the world away,
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my mouldering clay.
4 Heaven is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more. Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Languages: English
Death and Resurrection
Death and resurrection
Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #98 (1791) Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just 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 raise 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,
Call'd from the world away,
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my mould'ring clay.
4 Heaven is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure;
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more. Languages: English
Death and resurrection
Ye sons of pride that hate the just
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #106 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 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. Languages: English
Ye sons of pride that hate the just
Psalm 49
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.111 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 49 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.
Topics: Resurrection of the saints; Death of saints and sinners; Despair and hope in death; Hope and despair in death; Envy and unbelief cured; Prosperous sinners cursed; Mortality of man; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Life and riches, their vanity; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Vanity of life and riches Languages: English
Psalm 49
Why do the proud insult the poor
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XLIX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 49 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 molders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
And leaves his glories in the tomb;
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find th’oppressor's awful doom.
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. Topics: The rich Sinner's Death, and Saint's Resurrection Languages: English
Why do the proud insult the poor
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XLIXc (1780) Scripture: Psalm 49 First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor 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 tho'tless 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 forever near my God. Languages: English
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XLIXc (1785) Scripture: Psalm 49 First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor 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,
And leaves his glories in the tomb:
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find th’oppressor's awful doom.
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 forever near my GOD. Languages: English
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Hymnal: Psalms #49c (1793) Scripture: Psalm 49 First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor 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,
And leaves his glories in the tomb;
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And hear th' oppressor's awful doom.
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 forever near my God. Languages: English
The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Why do the Proud insult the Poor
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49c (1766) Scripture: Psalm 49 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.
Topics: Death and pride; Death and Resurrection; Death of saints and sinners; Envy and Unbelief cured; Hope and despair in death; Mortality of man; Resurrection and death of Christ; Resurrection of the saints; Riches, their Vanity Languages: English
Why do the Proud insult the Poor
The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85a (1790) Scripture: Psalm 49 First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor 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 could, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
And leaves his glories in the tomb;
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find the oppressor's awful doom.
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 forever near my God. Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Languages: English
The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
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