Is secure
Little in this age
Is perfect and pure
Oh keep your eyes fixed
On things above
For all that will remain
Is faith, hope and love
Nothing else
Shall remain
All men's riches
Are so vain
They could be gone
In the blink of an eye
And this very night
You could die
What will matter
As you stand before
The King of all
Hopes only door
That you never
Did walk through
And it is shut
Shut to you
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