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When earth with all its joys defeats me
And fortune smiles at me no more,
The cross before me turns to greet me
And sees into my heart of woe.
No better counsel can I take
Than flee to Jesus for His sake.
Therefore, my thoughts have turned to singing
Hymns to the highest heav'n above.
Praise to the Lord of life is ringing,
Filling my mouth with songs of love.
When life within me fails and dies,
My longings turn to paradise.
My suffering here is brief and fleeting,
Compared to heaven's peace and joy.
Here I am lost in pain and weeping,
Filled with complaints and bitter sighs.
In heav'n my song with praise will ring,
When with the angel choirs I sing
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9 8 9 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WER NUR DEN LIEBEN GOTT
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9 8 9 8 8 8
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| # 205 | No key | | # 479 | No key | | # 563 | No key |
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