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.) #138a (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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