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To thee, my God, O let my soul
Be bound by sacred ties;
On thee be fixed, and day by day
To greater nearness rise.
Be gone vain world with all thy charms,
Nor more disturb my peace;
Enticing pleasure, wealth and power,
Your fruitless efforts cease.
Fly swiftly hence, ye gilded scenes,
Let every sin depart;
The God of heaven asserts his claim
And grace commands my heart.)
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For thee, my God, may my whole soul,
Bound by a thousand ties,
Be truly fix’d, and day by day
To greater nearness rise.
Begone vain world with all thy charms,
Nor more disturb my peace;
Ye inward lusts, infernal powers,
Your fruitless efforts cease.
Fly swiftly hence, ye joys of sense,
Let every sin depart;
The God of heaven asserts his claim
And grace commands my heart.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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HARINGTON (RETIREMENT)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 573 | D | | # 413 | D | | # 304 | D | | # 326 | D | | # 607 | Db |
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