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Ye humble souls, complain no more;
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest.
The sacred words of truth attest.
When conscious grief laments sincere.
And pours the penitential tear:
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours:
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health and peace and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every want hath full supplies.
A kingdom which can ne’er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones away:
The state which pow‘r and truth sustain,
Unmov’d for ever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that dy’d for you:
That dy’d to ransom, dy’d to raise,
To crowns of joy and songs of praise.
Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer!
Reveal, confirm my int’rest there:
Whate’er my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know!
O let me hear that voice divine,
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine;
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.
Ye humble souls, complain no more;
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest.
The sacred words of truth attest.
When conscious grief laments sincere.
And pours the penitential tear:
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours:
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health and peace and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every want hath full supplies.
A kingdom which can ne’er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones away:
The state which pow‘r and truth sustain,
Unmov’d for ever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that dy’d for you:
That dy’d to ransom, dy’d to raise,
To crowns of joy and songs of praise.
Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer!
Reveal, confirm my int’rest there:
Whate’er my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know!
O let me hear that voice divine,
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine;
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 5:3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 472 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WINCHESTER NEW
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1690,1847
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 31 | No key | | # 280 | No key | | # 485 | Bb | | # 86 | Bb | | # 291 | Bb | | # 344 | Bb | | # 84 | Bb | | # 159 | Bb | | # 307 | Bb | | # 461 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 983 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 300 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 715 | C | | # 50 | C | | # 99 | C |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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