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From All That's Mortal, All That's Vain
And from this earthly clod,
Arise my soul, and strive to gain
Sweet fellowship with God.
Say, what is there beneath the skies,
In all the paths thou'st trod,
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God.
Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flowery road,
Can to my soul such bliss impart,
As fellowship with God.
When I am made in love to bear,
Affliction's needful rod,
Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.
In fierce temptation's fiery blasts,
Or dark desertion's road,
I'm happy if I can but taste
Some fellowship with God.
And when the icy band of death
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath
In fellowship with God.
When I, at last, to heaven ascend,
And gain my blest abode,
There an eternity I'll spend
In fellowship with God.
---Alternative verses---
Jesus, my God! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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MAITLAND
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| # 449 | Ab | | # 428 | Eb | | # 542 | Bb | | # 742 | Bb | | # 158 | A |
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