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Isaac Watts - Psalm 49Isaac Watts - Psalm 49
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The rich sinner`s death, and the saint`s resurrection. Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave! They can`t redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold and moulders in the ground. Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat: The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th` oppressor at their feet. His honors perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood: That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o`er the proud. My Savior shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God.
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