Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Isaac Watts | Tune: ARIZONA
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
Ever to murmur, mourn and pine,
Envying those who, placed on high,
Now in their pride and honour shine.
But in the house of God, their end
Dawned on my mind and stirred my shame;
In slippery places how they stand!
How brief their fortunes and their fame!
Their vaunted joys, how fast they flee,
Just as a dream when one awakes;
All their best bliss and harmony,
Are but a prelude to their plagues.
What if they boast how high they rise?
I’ll never envy them again,
For scornful lips and haughty eyes
Face everlasting loss and pain.
Such mighty grace has made me Thine,
Washed in my Saviour’s precious blood;
Lord, ‘tis enough that Thou art mine,
My life, my portion and my God!
(Psalm 73)
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