Бёрд Уильям - How vain the toils - текст песни (слова)

How vaine the toyles that mortall men doe take
 to hoord up gold that time doth turne to drosse,
 forgetting him who onely for their sake,
 his precious bloud did shed upon the Crosse.
 And taught us all in heaven to hoord our treasure,
 where true encrease doth grow above all measure.