Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#138a

138a. The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine
To see the wicked plac'd on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine!

2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again,
There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.

4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee!
Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain;
Their songs of softest harmony,
Are but a preface to their pain.

5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine,
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
• Title: The Prosperity of Sinners cursed
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 73:22
  ;
  Psalm 73:3
  ;
  Psalm 73:6
  ;
  Psalm 73:17-20
• Topic: Afflicted Saints happy; Delight: in God; God: our portion here and hereafter; Prosperity dangerous; Prosperous sinners cursed; Providence: its mystery unfolded

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