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The rich sinner dying Psa 49 6 9 Ecc

The rich sinner dying.

Psa. 49 6 9 Eccl. 8 8 Job 3 14 15.

In vain the wealthy mortals toil
And heap their shining dust in vain
Look down and scorn the humble poor
And boast their lofty hills of gain.

Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts or aching heads
Nor fright nor bribe approaching death
From glitt'ring roofs and downy beds.

The ling'ring the unwilling soul
The dismal summons must obey
And bid a long a sad farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

Thence they are huddled to the grave
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones
Their bones without distinction lie
Amongst the heap of meaner bones..

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