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How proud we are! how fond to shew
Our clothes, and call them rich and new!
When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore
That very clothing long before.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be drest fine as I will,
Flies, worms and flowers, exceed me still.
Then will I set my heart to find
Inward adornings of the mind;
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace:
These are the robes of richest dress.
No more shall worms with me compare,
This is the raiment angels wear;
The Son of God, when here below,
Put on this blest apparel too.
It never fades, it ne'er grows old,
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould:
It takes no spot, but still refines,
The more 'tis worn, the more it shines.
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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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1 Pe 3:33;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ERFURT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1539
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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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| # 614 | Bb | | # 57 | C | | # 75 | D |
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