Such Clever Follies Lyrics

The nations rush as roaring seas

They speak great things

They scheme and plot their vanity

And multiply

Such clever follies; visions see

Oh man, so wise

Oh man, so wise

Oh, woman Folly—clanging, loud

A clanging thing

Barren as winter, bitter as

Wormwood gall

Where are your children

Whence this blood

Apollyon

Apollyon

Oh, sons of men with bloody hands

And violent loves

Oh Molech's children, piling skulls

Of little ones

Empires of dirt, fell kings of rust

Gehenna's lords

Gehenna's lords

But for all your words, oh man

All your clever follies, and

Your Babels piercing clouds

You're just dust and potter's clay

Kiss the son, lest in his way

He dash you to the ground

Who is this who speaks without

Knowledge, and whose words abound

Who utters such great things

Gird up now your loins and hear

Clever man, now learn to fear

In sackcloth, clothe yourself

But for all your words, oh man

All your clever follies, and

Your babels piercing clouds

You're just dust and potter's clay

Kiss the son, lest in his way

He dash you to the ground