Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling. But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for He shall receive me.
Psalm 49:14–15
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719. Death and the resurrection.
Music: Ellacombe, Gesangbuch der herzogl. Wirtembergischen katholischen Hofkapelle (Württemberg, Germany: 1784). Adapted & harmonized by William H. Monk in the 1868 appendix to Hymns Ancient and Modern, number 366 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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.
The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O’er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive
When separate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Heav’n is my everlasting home,
Th’inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I’ll repine no more.
