Hymn 1:24 [In Vain The Wealthy Mortals Toil]

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Title:     Hymn 1:24 [In Vain The Wealthy Mortals Toil]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The rich sinner dying, Psalm 49. 6 9. Eccl. 8. 8.
Job 3. 14 15.

In vain the wealthy mortals toil,
And heap their shining dust in vain,
Look down and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.

Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts or aching heads,
Nor fright nor bribe approaching death
From glittering roofs and downy beds.

The lingering, the unwilling soul
The dismal summons must obey,
And bid a long a sad farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones;
Their bones without distinction lie
Amongst the heap of meaner bones.

The rest referred to Psalm 49.

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Isaac Watts's Poem: Hymn 1:24 [In Vain The Wealthy Mortals Toil]

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