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Let sinners boast of kindred joys,
The poor delights of sense;
‘Tis Christ our inmost thoughts employs,
We draw our comforts thence.
With sweet contentment now we bid
Farewell to pleasure here;
With Christ in God our life is hid,
And all its springs are there.
‘Tis now concealed and lodged secure
In God’s eternal Son;
From age to age shall it endure,
Though to the world unknown.
Jesus, remove whate’er divides
Our lingering souls from thee;
‘Tis fit that where the head resides
The members too should be.
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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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Col 3:3;
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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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BEATITUDO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1875
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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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| # 27 | No key | | # 35 | No key | | # 405 | Ab | | # 501 | Ab | | # 200 | Ab | | # 424 | Ab | | # 438 | Ab | | # 604 | Bb | | # 727 | No key |
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