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How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How slender all the fondest ties,
That bind us to a world like this.
The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true;
The glory of a passing hour.
But though earth’s fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a land whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.
Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares and chase our fears;
If God be ours, we’re travelling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 39:4-7;
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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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| 1853 | # 251 | | 1866 | # 1168 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MINTON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 289 | C |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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| 8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.) |
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