Mercy, 77.77. [F]
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6 They that trust in treasured gold,
Though they boast of wealth untold,
7 None can bid his brother live,
None to God a ransom give;
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8 Life's redemption--high it's price!
Nothing can for it suffice,
9 That from death one should be free
And corruption never see.
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10 For alike before their eyes
Die the foolish and the wise,
Then their riches' hoarded heap,
Other hands in turn shall keep.
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11 Yet within their heart they say
That their houses are for aye,
That their dwelling places grand
Shall for generations stand.
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To their lands they give their name,
In the hope of lasting fame;
12 But man's honor quickly flies.
He, like beasts that perish, dies.
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13 Though this folly marks their ways,
Though the world their sayings praise,
14 In the grave like sheep they're laid;
Death their shepherd there is made.
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O'er them soon shall rule the just,
All their beauty turn to dust;
15 But from death God will retrieve,
To Himself my soul receive.
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