Hymnal: PDIL1740 #86 (1740) 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.] Topics: Death and pride; Death and Resurrection; Death of saints and sinners; Envy and Unbelief cured; Hope and despair in death; Mortality of man; Resurrection and death of Christ; Resurrection of the saints; Riches, their Vanity Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches
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