Shall this vile race of flesh and blood
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Shall this vile race of flesh and bloodContend with their Creator, God?Shall mortal worms presume to beMore holy, wise, or just, than he?
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From night to day, from day to night,We die by thousands in thy sight;Buried in dust whole nations lie,Like a forgotten vanity.
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Almighty Power, to thee we bow;How frail are we! how glorious thou!No more the sons of earth shall dareWith an eternal God compare.