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.
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First Line: | Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just |
Title: | Death and Resurrection |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Death and Resurrection |
Notes: | Public Domain. |