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ECCLESIASTES.
BOOK I.

A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.

6 I pity those who seek no more
Than such a world can give ;
Wretched they are and blind and poor,
And dying while they live.

7 Since sin has fill d the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die,
Lord, wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high.

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Vanity of the World. C.

 
1 GOD gives his mercies to be spent ;
Your hoard will do your soul no good ;
Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.

2 The world s esteem is but a bribe ;
To buy their peace you sell your own,
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe.
Who hate you while they make you known,

3 The joy that vain amusements give,
Oh, sad conclusion that it brings !
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.

4 Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her treach rous smiles :
vShe leads them blindfold by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles,

5 God knows the thousands who go down
From pleasure into endless woe,
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.

6 O fearful thought ! be timely wise ;
Delight but in a Saviour s charms.
And God shall take you to the skies.
Embraced in everlasting arms.