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Not heaps of wealth do I desire,
Nor yet to dignities aspire;
From envy and ambition free,
A little is enough for me.
So I can lead a tranquil life,
Remote from want and free from strife;
Of lesser things I’ll not complain,
A trifling loss, a little pain.
But still I’ll lift my longing eyes,
To yon bright world above the skies;
And forward press with hasty feet,
To joys refined and bliss complete.
There streams of purest pleasure flow,
Untasted and unknown below;
Nor guilt not grief can there be found
Nor thorns infest the sacred ground.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jer 45:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 11 | A | | # 27 | D | | # 55 | F | | # 1237 | F | | # 360 | F | | # 629 | F | | # 488 | F | | # 381 | F | | # 340 | F | | # 462 | F | | # 8 | F | | # 384 | G | | # 388 | G | | # 478 | G | | # 332.1 | No key |
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