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Unstable is poor sinful man,
As fickle as the fleeting wind;
Fixed in one sentiment to-day,
To-morrow of another mind.
Now hot, then cold, now on the wing,
And mounting upwards to the skies;
Then cleaving to the dust again,
Regardless of the heavenly prize.
If providence should smile or frown,
Too low he sinks or soars too high;
All exultation or complaint,
And now a song, and then a sigh.
Lord, such a fickle heart have I,
Oh fix it on thyself alone;
Save me from sin’s alluring snares,
And let thy will in me be done.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jam 1:6;
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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 | # 518 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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CELESTE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1857
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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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| # 69 | A | | # 78 | A | | # 277 | Ab | | # 318 | Eb | | # 77 | G | | # 352 | G | | # 605.3 | No key | | # 606.3 | No key |
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