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Almighty Maker of my frame!
Teach me the measure of my days;
To know how poor and weak I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
My days are shorter than a span;
A passing shade my life appears:
Frail at the best is dying man:
A cypher sums his utmost years.
His schemes of worldly bliss how vain!
What fruitless cares distract his mind!
He heaps up wealth with toil and pain,
Then dies, and leaves it all behind.
Oh! be a nobler portion mine,
Which moth nor rust can e’er decay!
Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,
For joys which none can take away.
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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 39;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ERNAN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 489 | Bb | | # 118 | Bb | | # 169 | Bb | | # 189 | Bb | | # 424.2 | No key | | # 568 | Bb | | # 114 | Bb | | # 135 | Bb | | # 184 | Bb |
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