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HOW POOR A LOT WERE WAS THINE




O Saviour, Whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below;
To mortal want and labour born,
And more than mortal woe.


Incarnate Word! by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died!


If richly clothed and proudly fed
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed
And lowly cottage cell.


If pressed by poverty severe
In envious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near
How poor a lot was Thine!


Through fickle fortune's various scene
From sin preserve us free;
Like us a mourner Thou hast been,
May we rejoice with Thee!


---Alternative verses---


If gaily clothed and proudly fed
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed
And lowly cottage cell.


If pressed by poverty severe
In anxious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near
How poor a lot was Thine!


Through this life’s ever varying scene
From sin preserve us free;
Like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee!

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1811
      Bible Refs: Jn 1:1;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1889# 692
      1866# 1099
      MUSIC
      Name: AZMON (DENFIELD)
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1828,1839
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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