LI. THE SINNERS’ PORTION.
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Who Wisdom’s path forsakes Leaves all true joy behind; He who the peace of others breaks, No peace himself shall find. Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe, Such is the fate that sinners know.
The drunkard gaily sings Above his foaming glass, But shame and pain the revel brings Ere many hours can pass. Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe, Such is the fate that sinners know.
The thief may count his gains;— If he the sum could see Of future punishment and pains, Sad would his reckoning be. 116 Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe, Such is the fate that sinners know.
The Sabbath-breaker spurns What Wisdom did ordain; God’s rest to Satan’s use he turns, A blessing to a bane. Flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe, Such is the fate that sinners know.
O Lord, to Thee we pray, Do Thou our faith increase, Make us to walk in Wisdom’s way, The only way of peace! For flowers above and thorns below, Little pleasure, lasting woe, Such is the fate that sinners know.
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