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Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #84b (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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 every 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 memory dies! His name is written 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, Tho' 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 triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
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Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #84b (1790) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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 every 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 memory dies! His name is written 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, Tho' 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 triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
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Death and Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #85 (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
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Death and Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85 (1790) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
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The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85a (1790) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
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The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #86 (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
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Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #91 (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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 every 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 memory dies! His name is written 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, Tho' 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 triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
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Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #91 (1787) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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 every 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 memory dies! His name is written 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, Tho' 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 triumphs o'er them there, Till the last trumpet breaks their sleep, And wakes them in despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
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Death and Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #92a (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
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The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #92b (1786) Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death 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. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English

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