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108 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.

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.