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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: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #84b (1790) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
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: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #91 (1787) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Unsearchable Riches
Author: F. J. C. Hymnal: Songs of Grace and Glory #290 (1918) Topics: Spiritual Riches First Line: Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ! Refrain First Line: Precious, more precious Tune Title: [Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ!]
Unsearchable Riches
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #86 (1740) Topics: Riches, their Vanity 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
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
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.) #254b (1786) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #254b (1790) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
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.) #271a (1786) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #271a (1787) Topics: Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace First Line: Happy the city, where their sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the land in culture dress'd,
Whose flocks and corn have large increase;
Where men securely work or rest,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, the happy Nation
The unsearchable riches of Christ
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CLI (1792) Topics: The Fulness and Riches of Christ; Riches of Christ unsearchable First Line: How shall I my savior set forth Lyrics: 1 How shall I my savior set forth?
How shall I his beauties declare?
Or how shall I speak of His worth,
Or what His chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace:—
No! this is a mystery unknown.
2 In him all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines;
Tho' once like a mortal he stood
To finish his gracious designs:
Tho’ once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free,
His glory sustained no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
3 His wisdom, his love, and his power,
Seem'd then with each other to vie,
When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
Poor sinners condemned to die!
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay,
Poor sinners he lov'd, tillhe dy'd
To wash their pollutions away.
4 O sinners, believe and adore
This savior so rich to redeem!
No creature can ever explore
The treasure of goodness in him:
Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sin,
Draw near while with terror you’re toss'd;
Believe, and your peace shall begin.
5 Now, sinners, attend to his call,
"Whoso hath an ear let him hear,"
He promises mercy to all
Who feel their sad wants, far and near:
He riches has ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
Here's Pardon, here's grace, yea and more,
Here's glory eternal at last.
Scripture: Ephesians 3:8 Languages: English
The unsearchable riches of Christ
Psalm 49 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.109 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Life and riches, their vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Vanity of life and riches First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics:
Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With every rising tide?
[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?]
Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
[Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,
That man may never die.]
He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
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."
Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcass lies.
This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
[Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.]
Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Psalm 49 Part 1
Why doth the Man of Riches grow
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49a (1766) Topics: Riches, their Vanity 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
The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85a (1790) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
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, 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: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
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, 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: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
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 #92b (1787) Topics: Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity; Life and Riches their Vanity; Riches Their Vanity 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
The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection
Grace above Riches; or, The Happy Nation
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #265a (1740) Topics: Grace above riches; Life and Riches short and feeble First Line: Happy the City, where their Sons Lyrics: 1 Happy the City, where their Sons,
Like Pillars round a Palace set,
And Daughters, bright as polish'd Stones,
Give Strength and Beauty to the State.
2 Happy the Country, where the Sheep,
Cattle and Corn, have large Increase;
Where Men securely work or sleep,
Nor Sons of Plunder break the Peace.
3 Happy the Nation thus endow'd,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the All-Sufficient GOD
Himself with all his Grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English
Grace above Riches; or, The Happy Nation
The Vanily of Trust in Riches
Hymnal: The Psalter #135a (1912) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Riches First Line: Hear this, all ye people, hear Lyrics: 1 Hear this, all ye people, hear,
Earth's inhabitants give ear;
All of high and low degree,
Rich and poor, give heed to me.
2 Truth with all my heart I seek,
And my mouth shall wisdom speak;
Hearken while in lyric strain
I make hidden wisdom plain.
3 Why should I to fear give way
When I see the evil day,
When with wickedness my foes
Shall surround me and oppose?
4 They that trust in treasured gold,
Tho' they boast of wealth untold,
None can bid his brother live,
None to God a ransom give.
5 If from death one would be free
And corruption never see,
Costly is life's ransom price,
Far beyond all sacrifice. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English Tune Title: FISK
The Vanily of Trust in Riches
The Vanily of Trust in Riches
Hymnal: The Psalter #135b (1912) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Riches First Line: Hear this, all ye people, hear Lyrics: 1 Hear this, all ye people, hear,
Earth's inhabitants give ear;
All of high and low degree,
Rich and poor, give heed to me.
2 Truth with all my heart I seek,
And my mouth shall wisdom speak;
Hearken while in lyric strain
I make hidden wisdom plain.
3 Why should I to fear give way
When I see the evil day,
When with wickedness my foes
Shall surround me and oppose?
4 They that trust in treasured gold,
Tho' they boast of wealth untold,
None can bid his brother live,
None to God a ransom give.
Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English Tune Title: FERRIER
The Vanily of Trust in Riches
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