For now you dress in poverty;

The freedom to do as you please.

Be rich, be poor, be rebellious.

Live your choice with ease.

Constraint will show its lovely face,

And all the world will mourn.

Provoking God, they’d dressed themselves,

With mocking crowns, their heads adorned.

What choice is then, given to men?

Neither rich or poor will be.

But all will bow with stench of fear,

Giving Glory, for Glory is he.

By His Grace