The Cyber Hymnal 11752. No, I shall envy them no more

The Cyber Hymnal‎#11752

1 No, I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.

2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod!
Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne’er a God.

3 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.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies,
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

5 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.

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