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P49b. Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just

1 Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
And trample on the Poor;
When Death has brought you down to Dust,
Your Pomp shall rise no more.

2 The last great Day shall change the Scene;
When will that Hour appear?
When shall the Just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 GOD will my naked Soul receive,
When sep'rate from the Flesh;
And break the Prison of the Grave,
To raise my Bones afresh.

4 Heav'n is my everlasting Home,
Th' Inheritance is sure:
Let Men of Pride their Rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.

Text Information
First Line: Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
Scripture:
Topic: Death: and pride; Death: and Resurrection; Death: of saints and sinners (6 more...)
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