Hymn 2:56 [O, I Shall Envy Them No More]

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Title:     Hymn 2:56 [O, I Shall Envy Them No More]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The misery of being without God in this world; or,
Vain prosperity.

O, I shall envy them no more
Who grow profanely great,
Tho' 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 thro',
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 end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:56 [O, I Shall Envy Them No More]

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