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Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

Hymnal: The Harp #748 (1856)
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Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalmist #755 (1843)
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Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalmist #755 (1849)
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Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.159 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. Their fancied joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Topics: Delight in God; Prosperous sinners cursed; Prosperity dangerous; Afflicted saints happy; God our portion here and hereafter; Providence its mystery unfolded Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
Psalm 73
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXXIII (1791) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless Wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless Wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked plac'd on high, In Pride and Robes of Honour shine! 2 But, O their End, their dreadful End! Thy Sanctuary taught me so; O slipp'ry Rocks I see them stand, And fiery Billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty Eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless Pain. 4 Their fancy'd Joys, how fast they flee! Just like a Dream when Man awakes; Their Songs of softest Harmony Are but a Preface to their plagues. 5 Now I esteem their Mirth and Wine Too dear to Purchase with my Blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My Life, my Portion, and my God. Topics: Supplicatory Hymns Languages: English
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXIIIc (1780) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! 2 But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they fly! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a presage to their plagues. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LXXIIIc (1785) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, Oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my GOD. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Psalms #73c (1793) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine. 2 But, Oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain, Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood? Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

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.) #129 (1786) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Delight in God; God our portion here and hereafter; Prosperity dangerous; Prosperous sinners cursed; Providence its mystery unfolded; Afflicted Saints happy; Delight in God; God our portion here and hereafter; Prosperity dangerous; Prosperous sinners cursed; Providence its mystery unfolded Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #129 (1790) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Delight in God; God our portion here and hereafter; Prosperity dangerous; Prosperous sinners cursed; Providence its mystery unfolded; Afflicted Saints happy; Delight in God; God our portion here and hereafter; Prosperity dangerous; Prosperous sinners cursed; Providence its mystery unfolded Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English
The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

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