Who art thou there oh boastful one
where pride doth tog thy face
who doth now think thou hast arrived
and none might take thy place
For with thy hands thou thinkest still
that self-made man thou art
Forbidding most Almighty God
who gave thee hands compart
And with thy mind thou knowest much
far more than all the rest
But know thou not thy paltry thoughts
arrived through Him knows best
And bid thou most the noted charge
that all embrace thy fate
For with thy life thou boasteth most
that thou hast made thee great
But then proud soul thou hast forgot
the One who placed thee here
For nothing doth thou have alone
that He did grant be near
But bowing down thy idol self
to worship and adore
Desiring all both young and old
to note thy first-rate core
But then alas thou bragged soul
to God thou shalt return
and give account of boastful self
in throne-room thou shalt learn
Thou proud faced look that He did hate
for worship thou hast turned
from Lord unto thy wretched self
eternal fate discerned
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