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Psalms 49:1-7

[Psa 49:1] Hear This, All Ye People, Hear Hover on the song's title to listen the music

Hear this, all ye people, hear,
Earth’s inhabitants, give ear;
All of high and low degree,
Rich and poor, give heed to me.

Truth with all my heart I seek,
And my mouth shall wisdom speak;
Hearken while in lyric strain
I make hidden wisdom plain.

Why should I to fear give way
When I see the evil day,
When with wickedness my foes
Shall surround me and oppose?

They that trust in treasured gold,
Though they boast of wealth untold,
None can bid his brother live,
None to God a ransom give.

If from death one would be free
And corruption never see,
Costly is life’s ransom price,
Far beyond all sacrifice.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 49:5] Why Should I Fear In Evil Days Hover on the song's title to listen the music

Why should I fear in evil days,
With snares encompassed all around?
What trust can transient treasures raise
For them in riches who abound?
His brother who from death can save?
What wealth can ransom him from God?
What mine of gold defraud the grave?
What hoards but vanish at His nod?

To live forever is their dream;
Their houses by their name they call;
While, borne by time’s relentless stream,
Around them wise and foolish fall;
Their riches others must divide;
They plant, but others reap the fruit;
In honor man cannot abide,
To death devoted, like the brute.

This is their folly, this their way;
And yet in this their sons delight;
Like sheep, of death the destined prey,
The future scorn of the upright;
The grave their beauty shall consume,
Their dwellings never see them more;
But God shall raise me from the tomb,
And life for endless time restore.

What though thy foe in wealth increase,
And fame and glory crown his head?
Fear not, for all at death shall cease,
Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead:
While prosp’ring all around thee smiled,
Yet to the grave shalt thou descend;
The senseless pride of fortune’s child
Shall share the brute creation’s end.

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[Psa 49:6] No More, Dear Savior, Will I Boast Hover on the song's title to listen the music

No more, dear Savior, will I boast
Of beauty, wealth, or loud applause,
The world has all its glories lost,
Amid the triumphs of the cross.

In every feature of Thy face
Beauty her fairest charms displays;
Truth, wisdom, majesty, and grace,
Shine thence in sweetly mingled rays.

Thy wealth the pow’r of thought transcends,
’Tis vast, immense, and all divine;
Thy empire, Lord, o’er all extends—
The sun, the moon, the stars are Thine.

Yet, oh how marvelous the sight!
I see Thee on a cross expire;
Thy Godhead veiled in sable night,
And angels from the scene retire.

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source: Cyberhymnal