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Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49b (1766) Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Lyrics: 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. 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 Languages: English
Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
Ye dwellers all on earth, give ear
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P49b (2004) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 49 Lyrics: 1 Ye dwellers all on earth, give ear,
both rich and poor, and high and low!
For musings deep I will declare,
and wisdom from my tongue shall flow.
Mind ear I bend to mystic lays;
dark sayings on my harp expound.
Why should I fear in evil days,
when sinners hem me in around?
2 Mark those who on their wealth rely,
and glory in their store's increase;
not one a brother's life can buy,
nor from his God procure him peace.
The soul's redemption is so dear,
that no man can sufficient have
to purchase life for ever here,
or 'scape corruption in the grave.
3 Men see the fool and wise man fall,
and all their hoards to others passed;
yet by their names their lands they call,
and think their house will ever last.
But man's vain honour soon decays,
even as the brutish herd they die;
and though their seed their sayings praise,
their way is only vanity.
4 Like sheep they in the grave are laid,
where hungry death shall on them prey;
their glories in the dust shall fade,
and just men rise more blest than they.
But God my soul from death will free,
and home receive me to himself:
then fear thou not, if one thou see
surpassing thee in place or pelf:
5 For though his life more blest he thought,
and others did his path commend,
he to his grave shall carry nought,
nor shall his pomp to him descend.
No; to his fathers he must pass,
and lie in darkness out of sight.
Man, foolish man, in honoured place,
is like the beasts, which perish quite. Languages: English Tune Title: ELY
Ye dwellers all on earth, give ear
Ye sons of pride that hate the just
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #106 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Lyrics: 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. Languages: English
Ye sons of pride that hate the just
Ye nations hear, ye sons of earth
Author: Merrick Hymnal: A Selection of Sacred Poetry #461 (1812) Scripture: Psalm 49 Topics: Life, Death, Judgment, and a Future State Languages: English
Ye nations hear, ye sons of earth
