The Misery of Being Without God
—A Lord's Day Hymn
Categories: Lord's Day Hymn
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I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.They taste of all the joys that grow,
Upon the earthly clod!Well, they may search the creature through,
For they have ne’er a God—Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own:But death comes hast’ning 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 they shine :Your heaps of glitt’ring dust are yours,
And my Redeemer’s mine.—The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, p.407-408
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FeebleSaint (JM Vergara) is an aspiring Christian blogger. A sinner saved by God's sovereign grace. An Engineer. A GFX afficionado. A lay-theologian. Nothing but a Feeble Saint. Find me on: Twitter - Facebook - Plurk - Multiply - Youtube - email
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