God gives his mercies to be spent

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Vanity of the world by William Cowper


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.


The world's esteem is but a bribe,
To buy their peace you fell your own;
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe,
Who hate you while they make you known.


The Joy that vain amusements give,
O! sad conclusion that it brings!
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.


'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her treach'rous smiles;
She leads them, blindfold, by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.


God knows the thousands who go down
From pleasure, into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.


O fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Savior's charms;
And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms.