Psalm 73:3 [Lord, What A Thoughtless Wretch Was I]

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Title:     Psalm 73:3 [Lord, What A Thoughtless Wretch Was I]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Psalm 73:3. 22 3 6 17-20. L. M.
The prosperity of sinners cursed.

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 honour shine!

But O their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

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.

Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.

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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 73:3 [Lord, What A Thoughtless Wretch Was I]

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