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How great their folly is who thus
absurd conclusions make!
And yet their children, unreclaimed,
repeat the gross mistake.
They all, like sheep to slaughter led,
the prey of death are made;
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,
within the grave shall fade.
But God will yet redeem my soul,
and from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r shall set me free,
and to himself receive.
Then fear not thou, when worldly men
in envied wealth abound,
Nor though their prosp'rous house increase,
with state and honor crowned.
For when they're summoned hence by death,
they leave all this behind;
No shadow of their former pomp
within the grave they find.
And yet they thought their state was blessed,
caught in the flatt'rer's snare,
Who with their vanity complied,
and praised their selfish care.
In their forefathers' steps they tread;
and when, like them, they die,
Their wretched ancestors and they
in endless darkness lie.
For man, how great soe'er his state,
unless he's truly wise,
As like a sensual beast he lives,
so like a beast he dies.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 49:13-20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 49 |
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