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 could, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
And leaves his glories in the tomb;
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find the oppressor's awful doom.
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 forever near my God.
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First Line: | Why do the proud insult the poor |
Title: | The rich sinner's Death, and the Saint's Resurrection |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Topic: | Death: of saints and sinners; Death: and pride; Death: and the resurrection(8 more...) |