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Charity to the poor; or Religion in words and Deeds

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #73 (1787) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured; Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy 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 liberal heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, 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 every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell forever there. Scripture: Psalm 37:16 Languages: English

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked

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.) #74a (1786) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured; Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy 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: Though 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 men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feasts 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 several 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #74a (1787) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured; Envy and Unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy 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: Though 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 men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feasts 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 several steps attend; True pleasure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.86 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics: Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies? As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades, So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades. Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil. Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'n. Rest in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come. They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.87 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured First Line: Why do the wealthy wicked boast Lyrics: Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold. The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. 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. His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learned of God. The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserved from every snare; They shall possess the promised land, And dwell for ever there. Scripture: Psalm 37:16 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.88 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured; Unbelief and envy cured First Line: My God, the steps of pious men Lyrics: My God, the steps of pious men Are ordered by thy will; Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves; He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. The heav'nly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. 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. The haughty sinner have I seen, Nor fearing man nor God, Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. And lo! he vanished from the ground, Destroyed by hands unseen; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English

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: Envy and Unbelief cured; 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 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #84b (1790) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured; 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 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

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: Envy and Unbelief cured; Envy and Unbelief cured 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

Death and Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85 (1790) Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured; Envy and Unbelief cured 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