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O what are the pleasures
that silver can buy?
They come and they go,
but cannot satisfy;
But praised be the Savior!
I cease not to cry,
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!
O sweeter and sweeter,
as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning
breaks forth through the gray;
As I lift up my soul,
as I praise and I pray,
I find Thee more precious, my Savior!
I care not if all the
proud world turn away,
The plaudits of men only last for a day;
Their frowns do not frighten,
or cause me dismay,
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!
O sweeter and sweeter,
as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning
breaks forth through the gray;
As I lift up my soul,
as I praise and I pray,
I find Thee more precious, my Savior!
As well in the cottage
as under the dome,
Beside my own cot,
or wherever I roam;
The honey from Heaven
still drips from the comb;
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!
O sweeter and sweeter,
as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning
breaks forth through the gray;
As I lift up my soul,
as I praise and I pray,
I find Thee more precious, my Savior!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 9 and refrain
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Dates:
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1904
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Bible Refs:
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1 Pe 2:7;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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I FIND THEE SO PRECIOUS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 9 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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