Filled with Thy secret treasure, to Thy race,
They their accumulated riches leave!
But I with righteousness shall see Thy face;
And rising in Thy image, joy receive.
Sandys.
What is all righteousness that men devise?
What, but a sordid bargain for the skies?
But Christ as soon would abdicate His own,
As stoop from Heaven to sell the proud a throne.
Cowper.