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Tell me no more of earthly toys
Of sinful mirth and carnal joys,
The things I loved before;
Let me but see my Savior's face,
And feel His animating grace,
And I desire no more.
Tell me no more of praise and wealth,
Tell me no more of ease and health,
For these have all their snares;
Let me but know my sins forgiv'n,
And see my name enrolled in heav'n,
And I am free from care.
Tell me no more of lofty towers,
Delightful gardens, fragrant bowers,
For these are trifling things:
The little room for me designed,
Will suit as well my easy mind,
As palaces of kings.
Tell me no more of crowding guests,
Of gaudy dress, and sumptuous feasts,
Extravagance and waste:
My little table, only spread
With wholesome herbs and wholesome bread
Will better suit my taste.
Give me the Bible in my hand,
A heart to read and understand,
And faith to trust the Lord;
I'd sit alone from day to day.
Nor urge my company to stay,
Nor wish to rove abroad.
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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