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All, all is vanity below,
An airy dream, an empty show:
What sinners value we resign;
Lord! ‘tis enough that we are thine.
All, all is vanity below;
But the bright world to which we go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall we wake and find Thee here.
O glorious hour! O blest abode!
We shall be near and like our God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
Our flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst its chains with sweet surprise,
And in thy perfect image rise.
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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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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 17:8;
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