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The Cure of Envy, Frefulness, and Unbelief; or, The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, The World's Hatred, and the Saint's Patience
Appears in 37 hymnals Topics: Envy and Unbelief cured First Line: Why should I vex my Soul, and fret Lyrics: 1 Why should I vex my Soul, and fret
To see the Wicked rise?
Or envy Sinners waxing great
By Violence and Lies.
2 As flowery Grass cut down at Noon,
Before the Evening fades,
So shall their Glories vanish soon
In everlasting Shades.
3 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.
4 I to my GOD my Ways commit,
And chearful wait his Will;
Thy Hand, which guides my doubtful Feet,
Shall my Desires fulfil.
5 Mine Innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy Judgments known,
Fair as the Light of dawning Day,
And glorious as the Noon.
6 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.
Pause.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his Way,
Nor let your Anger rise,
Tho' Providence should long delay
To punish haughty Vice.
8 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.
9 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.
10 My GOD shall break their Bows, and burn
Their persecuting Darts,
Shall their own Swords against them turn,
And Pain surprize their Hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15
The Cure of Envy, Frefulness, and Unbelief; or, The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, The World's Hatred, and the Saint's Patience
Psalm 37 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 38 hymnals 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
Psalm 37 Part 2
Psalm 37 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 79 hymnals 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
Psalm 37 Part 3
Psalm 49 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 44 hymnals Topics: Envy and unbelief cured 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
Psalm 49 Part 1
Psalm 49 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 37 hymnals Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics:
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.
The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Heav'n 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
Psalm 49 Part 2
Psalm 49
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 29 hymnals Topics: Envy and unbelief cured 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.
Scripture: Psalm 49
Psalm 49
