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==General information==
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This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 56 of Book 2, published 1709.


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No, I shall envy them no more
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Who grow profanely great,
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They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod!
Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne'er a God.
 
Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;
But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.


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Yes, you must bow your stately head,
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Away your spirit flies,
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Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright you shine;
Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.}}''The misery of being without God in this world'' or, ''Vain prosperity'' by Isaac Watts


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Revision as of 01:04, 15 July 2015

General information

This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 56 of Book 2, published 1709.

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Text and translations

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No, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.

They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod!
Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne'er a God.

Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;
But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.

Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies,
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright you shine;
Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.

The misery of being without God in this world or, Vain prosperity by Isaac Watts

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