49 (3) | Psalm 49 Version 3 | 7 7. 7 7 | |
DUST to dust each mortal dies, Both the foolish and the wise, Noe for ever can remain, Each must leave his hoarded gain. |
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2 | Though in life they wealth attained, Though the praise of men they gained, They shall join those gone before, Where the light shall shine no more. |
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3 | All their beauty turned to dust, Over them shall rule the just, But my God my soul shall save, He will raise me from the grave. |
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4 | Crowned with honour though they be, Highly gifted, strong or free, If they be not truly wise, All are as a beast that dies. |
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The Psalter, 1912 |