Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#105

105. Why doth the man of riches grow

1 Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With ev'ry rising tide?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self same clay,
And boast as tho' 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 honor 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.]

Text Information

• First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 49:6-14
• Notes: Part 1

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