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Sweet content, that balm all-healing,
Much enlivens every state;
Though our wealth be not increasing,
Our desires will it abate:
|: Calm the tempest, :|
Which tumultuous thoughts create.
This will add to every comfort,
Give new charms to happiness;
Are we poor, forlorn, despised?
This will make our sorrows less:
|: Sweet contentment, :|
Soothes the mind in deep distress.
But the mortal still repining,
Daily aggravates his pain;
BE he great and stored with riches,
Still he sighs for peace in vain:
|: True contentment, :|
Is itself the highest gain.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 4:11; Heb 13:5;
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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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| 1818 | # 152 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SICILIAN MARINERS' HYMN
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1794
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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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| # 588 | No key | | # 51 | No key | | # 601 | D | | # 31 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 581 | E |
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