Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49c (1766) 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 Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
Why do the Proud insult the Poor