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Preserve me, Lord, in time of need,
For succor to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead:
My goodness cannot reach to thee.
Oft have my heart
and tongue confessed
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never
make thee blessed,
Nor add new glories to thy name.
Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.
Let others choose the sons of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts
and language are divine.
---Alternative verses---
Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good I do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.
Let others choose the sons of mirth
To give their hours to noise and wine;
I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ANTWERP
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 266 | D | | # 526 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 580 | Db | | # 148 | E | | # 148 | E | | # 29 | Eb | | # 225 | Eb | | # 153 | Eb | | # 867 | No key |
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