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Wealth is a blessing only lent

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors to which are added, a number never before published. #146 (1810)
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Vanity of the world

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CXLVI (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Wealth is a blessing only lent Lyrics: 1 Wealth is a blessing only lent, To be repaid by deeds of love; God gives his bounties to be spent, To hoard them will his anger move. 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe; To buy its peace we sell our own, Enslav'd by an applauding tribe, Who hate us while they make us known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give, To him who thoughtless sports and sings, Is like the honey of a hive, When guarded by a thousand stings. 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools Thank live upon her treach'rous smiles; She leads them, blindfold by here rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. 5 'Tis thus that thousands hasten down From pleasure, into endless woe; And with a long despairing groan, Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 Warn'd by their woes, may we be wise, Delighting in a Saviour's charms; Then God will take us to the skies, Embrac'd in everlasting arms. Topics: World Vanity of Languages: English
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Vanity of the world

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CXLVI (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Wealth is a blessing only lent Lyrics: 1 Wealth is a blessing only lent, To be repaid by deeds of love; God gives his bounties to be spent, To hoard them will his anger move. 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe; To buy its peace we sell our own, Enslav'd by an applauding tribe, Who hate us while they make us known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give, To him who thoughtless sports and sings, Is like the honey of a hive, When guarded by a thousand stings. 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools Thank live upon her treach'rous smiles; She leads them, blindfold by here rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. 5 'Tis thus that thousands hasten down From pleasure, into endless woe; And with a long despairing groan, Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 Warn'd by their woes, may we be wise, Delighting in a Saviour's charms; Then God will take us to the skies, Embrac'd in everlasting arms. Topics: World Vanity of Languages: English

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