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Psalm XLIX. (Book 49)
[verse 1] A Trend all people, and give ear
To what I am to tell:
[verse 2] High, low, rich, poor, who e'r you are,
That in the world do dwell.
[verse 3] My mouth such Doctrines shall declare,
As tend to make you wise:
In weighty points of knowledg rare,
My heart I'll exercise.
[verse 4] The sacred Par'ble I rehearse,
Shall my attention raise;
Whiles on my harp, tun'd to my verse,
Dark things my song displays.
[verse 5] Why should I fear in evil days,
When guilt my courage quells;
And, to my grief, before me lays,
The wandrings of my heels.
[verse 6] There are, who trust in stuffed bags,
Stored up for such a season:
And of their riches make their brags,
And think they do't with reason.
[verse 7] But such, alas, with all they have,
A brother can't redeem:
With God, to ransome from the grave,
No wealth is in esteem
[verse 8] For none for life a price can give,
(That traffick fails for ever:)
[verse 9]