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We on Thylov - ing - kind - ness dwell, The won-ders of Thy grace.
sing Thy praise, o
God, Wher - e'er Thy Name is known
Byev - ery deed Thy hand hath wrought Thy right-eous - ness is shown.
135 The Vanity of Trust in Riches PSALM 49 78
Calvin S. Harrington
de - gree, Rich and poor, give heed
i Dust to dust, the mor-tal dies, Both the fool-ish and the wise ; None for-ev - er can re-main,
Each must leave his hoard-ed gain. Yet with in their heart they say That their houses
are for aye, That their dwell - ing pla- ces grand Shall for gen - er - a - tions stand.
2 To their lands they give their name 3 O'er them soon shall rule the just, In the hope of lasting fame,
All their beauty turn to dust; But man's honor quickly flies,
God my waiting soul shall save, Like the lowly beast he dies.
He will raise me from the grave. Though such folly mark their way, Let no fear disturb your peace Men approve of what they say;
Though one's house and wealth inDeath their shepherd, they the sheep
crease; He within his fold will keep.
Death shall end his fleeting day,
He shall carry naught away.
Though the praise of men he gained,
Arranged from Bortniansky
1 The might-y God, Je - ho - vah,speaks And calls the earth from sea
From beau-teous Zi - on God shines forth, He comes and will not si - lent be;
De-vour - ing flame be - fore Him goes,
And dark the tem-pest round Him grows.
2 He calls aloud to heaven and earth
That He may justly judge His own;
4 I will receive from out thy fold
No offering for My holy shrine;
3 Hear, O my people, I will speak, 5 Behold, if I should hungry grow, Against thee I will testify;
I would not tell My need to thee, Give ear to Me, O Israel,
For all the world itself is Mine, For God, thy covenant God, am I; And all its wealth belongs to Me; I do not spurn thy sacrifice,
Why should I aught of thee reThy offerings are before My eyes.
My thirst or hunger to relieve? 6 Bring thou to God the gift of thanks,
And pay thy vows to God Most High;
Deliverance I will send to thee,
1 Thus speaks the Lord to wick-ed men: My stat-utes why do
de - clare ?
Why take My cov - enant in your mouth, Since ye for wis - dom do not care?
For ye My ho - ly words pro-fane And cast them from you in
dis - dain.
2 Ye have consented with the thief,
Ye have partaken with the vile,
Ye glory in your brother's shame,
3 Thus have ye done; I silence kept,
And this has been your secret thought,
I will reprove you and array
4 Consider this, who God forget,
Lest I destroy with none to free;
To him who orders well his way