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How fast their guilt and sorrows rise
Who haste to seek some idol-god!
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.
My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offered up
Jesus, his best-beloved Son.
His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right;
And be his name for ever blessed,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.
I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.
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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; Ps 16:4;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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FESTUS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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