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Ye Sons of Adam, vain and young

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.LXXXIX (1766) Topics: Vanity and Mortality of Youth Lyrics: 1 Ye Sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your Eyes, indulge your Tongue, Taste the Delights your Souls desire, And give a Loose to all your Fire; 2 Pursue the Pleasures you design, And cheer your Hearts with Songs and Wine; Enjoy the Day of Mirth, but know, There is a Day of Judgment too. 3 God from on high beholds your Thoughts, His Book records your secret Faults; The Works of Darkness, you have done, Must all appear before the Sun. 4 The Vengeance to your Follies due, Should strike your Hearts with Terror through: How will you stand before his Face, Or answer for his injur'd Grace? 4 Almighty God, turn off their Eyes From these alluring Vanities; And let the Thunder of thy Word Awake their Souls to fear the Lord. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English

Why doth the Man of Riches grow

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49a (1766) Topics: Mortality of man 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.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English

Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49b (1766) Topics: Mortality of man 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English

Why do the Proud insult the Poor

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49c (1766) Topics: Mortality of man Lyrics: 1 Why do the Proud insult the Poor, And boast the large Estates they have? How vain are Riches to secure Their haughty Owners from the Grave! 2 They can't redeem one Hour from Death With all the Wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying Brother Breath, When GOD commands him down to Dust. 3 There the dark Earth and dismal Shade Shall clasp their naked Bodies round; That Flesh so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the Ground. 4 Like thoughtless Sheep the Sinner dies, Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat: The Saints shall in the Morning rise, And find th' Oppressor at their Feet. 5 His Honours perish in the Dust, And Pomp, and Beauty, Birth and Blood: That glorious Day exalts the Just To full Dominion o'er the Proud. 6 My Saviour shall my Life restore, And raise me from my dark Abode; My Flesh and Soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my GOD. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English

Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #86 (1740) Topics: Mortality of man 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.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English

Death, and the Resurrection

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #87 (1740) Topics: Mortality of man First Line: Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just 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. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English

The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #88a (1740) Topics: Mortality of man First Line: Why do the Proud insult the Poor Lyrics: 1 Why do the Proud insult the Poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are Riches to secure Their haughty Owners from the Grave! 2 They can't redeem one Hour from Death With all the Wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying Brother Breath, When GOD commands him down to Dust. 3 There the dark Earth and dismal Shade Shall clasp their naked Bodies round; That Flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold and moulders in the Ground. 4 Like thoughtless Sheep the Sinner dies, Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat: The Saints shall in the Morning rise, And find th' Oppressor at their Feet. 5 His Honours perish in the Dust, And Pomp, and Beauty, Birth and Blood: That glorious Day exalts the Just To full Dominion o'er the Proud. 6 My Saviour shall my Life restore, And raise me from my dark Abode; My Flesh and Soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my GOD. Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English