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With mines of wealth are sinners poor,
Unblessing and unblessed;
But rich the man, whate’er his store,
Of inward peace possessed.
At tender pity’s urgent call
His mite is gladly given;
Though poor the gift, the offering small,
Its record stands in heaven.
Ne’er shall he be in life bereft
Of God’s protecting care;
Not yet his duteous offspring left
Unsolaced ills to bear.
And mark the Christian’s dying hour;
No fears, no doubts annoy:
His trust is in his Father’s power,
His end is peace and joy.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 37;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 276 |
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