Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#106

106. Ye sons of pride that hate the just

1 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.

2 The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

Text Information

• First Line: Ye sons of pride that hate the just
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 49:14-15

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