Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#149

149. 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 honor shine.

2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slipp'ry 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: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 73:3
  ;
  Psalm 73:6
  ;
  Psalm 73:17-20
  ;
  Psalm 73:22

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