Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle e'er shall shine in Thee,

Nor bridegroom's voice e'er heard shall be.

In silence ever shalt thou lie,

Adieu, Adieu, all's vanity.

Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide,

And did thy wealth on earth abide?

Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust?

The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?

Raise up thy thoughts above

the sky

That dunghill mists away may fly.

Thou hast a house on high erect

I

Framed by that mighty Architect,

With glory richly furnished,

Stands permanent though this be fled.

It's purchased and paid for too

By Him who hath enough to do.

A price so vast as is unknown,

Yet by His gift is made thine own;

There's wealth enough, I need no more,

Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store.

The world no longer let me love,

My hope and treasure lies above.

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