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VANITY OF THE WORLD




God gives His mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good.
Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.


The world’s esteem is but a bribe,
To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vainglorious tribe,
Who hate you while
they make you known.


The joy that vain amusements give,
O! sad conclusion that it brings!
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.


’Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her
treacherous smiles:
She leads them,
blindfold, by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.


God knows the thousands
who go down
From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.


Oh fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Savior’s charms,
And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1779
      Bible Refs: Mt 16:26;
      MUSIC
      Name: HOLBORN HILL
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
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