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Let the sinner prize his treasure,
I would love
Things above,
Yielding higher pleasure.
Sons of mirth your joys deceive you,
They are vain,
Will give pain,
And erelong will leave you.
Let men thirst for worldly glory,
Court renown,
Seek a crown,
All is transitory.
I shall still prefer my station,
Seek for peace,
Taste its bliss,
Free from observation.
They who toil with pain and anguish,
To obtain
Earthly gain,
Soon with pine and languish.
Such the treasure I’m possessing,
Nought on earth,
Can give birth,
To an equal blessing.
God my strength will still sustain me,
Though I’m poor,
I am sure,
He will not disdain me.
My I feel increasing pleasure,
In his ways,
All my days,
Own him as my treasure.
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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 | # 319 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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THANET
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Meter:
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8 3 3 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1823
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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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| # 690 | G | | # 557 | G | | # 75 | No key |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 3 3 6 | | 8 3 3 6 |
echo ' | ';
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