Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David: to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian church in general (3rd. ed.) 138a. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

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

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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.

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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 (3 more...)

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