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Psalm 49:1 First Part [Why Doth The Man Of Riches Grow]

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Title:     Psalm 49:1 First Part [Why Doth The Man Of Riches Grow]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Psalm 49:1. 8-14. First Part. C. M.
Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.


Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honours flow
With every rising tide?

[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?]

Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

[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.]

He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.

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."

Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcase lies.

PAUSE.

This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.

Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high.
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.

Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.


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Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 49:1 First Part [Why Doth The Man Of Riches Grow]

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