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Here the Christian’s life is hidden
From the great and worldly wise,
Nothing know they of the treasure,
Nor can they partake its joys:
|: Clouds of error :|
Veil its blessings from their eyes.
All’s a mystery to their feelings,
How they live and are so blessed,
Love divine and zeal inflaming,
Inward peace and joy attest:
|: But the worldling :|
Ne’er can find a settled rest.
The believer needs no praises,
From the throng to charm his ear,
Flattering tongues can ne’er exalt him,
Nor can make his worth appear:
|: He’s exalted :|
Far above this lower sphere.
With his God he holds communion,
This he deems his greatest store,
All the plaudits of vain mortals,
When compared with this are poor:
|: There’s his treasure :|
Still increasing more and more.
Farewell pomp —he serves his Maker,
And if he his ways approve,
Men and devils when united,
Never shall his hopes remove:
|: Firm the basis, :|
Sovereign power, unchanging love.
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HELMSLEY
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8 7 8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 98 | No key | | # 408 | A | | # 51 | A | | # 185 | Ab | | # 161 | Bb | | # 141 | G | | # 347 | G | | # 226 | G | | # 241 | G | | # 264 | G | | # 18.1 | Bb |
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