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 cold and moulders in the Ground.
4 Like thoughtless Sheep the Sinner dies,
Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat:
The Saints shall in the Morning rise,
And find th' Oppressor at their Feet.
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 for ever 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: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Death: and pride; Death: and Resurrection; Death: of saints and sinners(6 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |