. Poems of religion and society. ansom him from God ?What mine of gold defraud the grave 1 What hoards but vanish at his nod ? To live forever is their dream; Their houses by their name they call;While, borne by times relentless stream, Around them wise and foolish fall;Their riches others must divide ; They plant, but others reap the fruit;In honor man cannot abide, To death devoted, like the brute. This is their folly, this their way; And yet in this their sons delight;Like sheep, of death the destined prey, The future scorn of the upright; 88 WHY SHOULD I FEAR IN EVIL DATS. The grave their
. Poems of religion and society. ansom him from God ?What mine of gold defraud the grave 1 What hoards but vanish at his nod ? To live forever is their dream; Their houses by their name they call;While, borne by times relentless stream, Around them wise and foolish fall;Their riches others must divide ; They plant, but others reap the fruit;In honor man cannot abide, To death devoted, like the brute. This is their folly, this their way; And yet in this their sons delight;Like sheep, of death the destined prey, The future scorn of the upright; 88 WHY SHOULD I FEAR IN EVIL DATS. The grave their beauty shall consume,Their dwellings never see them more; But God shall raise me from the tomb,And life for endless time restore. What though thy foe in wealth increase, And fame and glory crown his head ?Fear not, for all at death shall cease, Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead:While prospering all around thee smiled, Yet to the grave shalt thou descend;The senseless pride of fortunes child Shall share the brute creations COME, LET US SING UNTO THE LORD. 89 COME, LET US SING UNTO THE LORD. Come, let us sing unto the Lord, The Rock of our salvation joyful noise his praise record, And thanks before his presence bring:Great is Jehovah, great our God, Exalted above all his throne ;The depths of earth obey his nod; The mountain tops are all his own. He made the sea; the land he made; And both his matchless power reveal:O, be the Lord our God obeyed; O, come, before him let us kneel:He is our Maker—we his flock, His people, by his pastures fed:Let not your hearts be turned to rock; O, hear his warning voice with * 90 SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE Sing to the Lord a song of praise; Assemble, ye who love his name;Let congregated millions raise Triumphant glorys loud acclaim:From earths remotest regions come; Come, greet your Maker, and your King;With harp, with timbrel, and with drum, His praise let hill and valley sing.
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