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Be gone, ye glittering vanities,
You nothing are to me;
To thee my best affections rise,
Are fixed, oh God, on thee.
Honour’s an empty breath of wind,
And golf a splendid toy;
Could I possess the world, thy smiles
Would give me greater joy.
If I could call the Indies mine,
I still should long for more;
And destitute of grace divine,
Be miserably poor.
Whilst transitory pleasures yield
Content to carnal minds,
My soul, dear Lord, to thee ascends,
In thee a heaven it finds.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:7; Ps 57:7;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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EVAN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1847,1850
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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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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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