Please give today to support Hymnary.org during one of only two fund drives we run each year. Each month, Hymnary serves more than 1 million users from around the globe, thanks to the generous support of people like you, and we are so grateful.

Tax-deductible donations can be made securely online using this link.

Alternatively, you may write a check to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546

Instance Results

Text Identifier:"^why_do_the_proud_insult_the_poor$"
In:instances

Planning worship? Check out our sister site, ZeteoSearch.org, for 20+ additional resources related to your search.
Showing 11 - 20 of 29Results Per Page: 102050
Page scan

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #668 (1835)
Page scan

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Canadian Baptist Hymn Book #715 (1873)
Page scan

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Melody #872 (1835) Languages: English

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d936 (1848)

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d955 (1843)

Why do the proud insult the poor

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d978 (1848)
TextPage scan

Why do the proud insult the porr

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #107 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 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. 6 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 49:14-15 Languages: English
TextPage scan

The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XLIXc (1785) 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
TextPage scan

The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #85a (1790) 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. Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
TextPage scan

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) 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. Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity; Death of saints and sinners; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Envy and Unbelief cured; Life and Riches their Vanity; Mortality of man; Pride and death; Prosperous sinners cursed; Resurrection of the saints; Resurrection and death; Riches Their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English

Pages


Export as CSV
It looks like you are using an ad-blocker. Ad revenue helps keep us running. Please consider white-listing Hymnary.org or getting Hymnary Pro to eliminate ads entirely and help support Hymnary.org.