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Nothing into this world we brought,
And nothing can we take away;
Oft be the themes of earnest thought,
Man�s birth, man�s death, man�s judgement-day.
For each belongs to each of us;
Time past, time present, time to be,
To young and old, determine thus
The issues of eternity.
All are born poor, howe�er unlike,
Their lot through life; and all go down
Poor to the dust:�the darts that strike
The slave, strike him who wears a crown.
That name which each on earth has borne,
Renowned, inglorious, or obscure,
E�en from his gravestone shall be worn;
Nought under heaven can endure.
In the Lamb�s book of life alone,
The everlasting page records,
In open view before the throne,
The names of those who are the Lord�s.
When on the volume of that book
While small and great are gathered round,
The judge of quick and dead shall look,
Be all our names unblotted found.
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