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When youth devote their early days,
To vain delights and sinful ways,
Their prospects darken as they rise,
And fills them with a dread surprise.
Diseases are the fruits of sin,
The malady lies deep within;
An evil course the mind impairs,
And leaves them full of guilt and fears.
Sin strengthens with increasing days,
And grows when nature’s self decays;
Indulged, it makes their fetters strong,
And leads the captive slave along.
Beware, ye thoughtless, now beware,
No more presume to persevere;
To-day with supplications come,
To-morrow death may call you home.
With earnestness for mercy cry,
And God will listen to your sigh;
Now plead for pardon through his Son,
And he’ll forgive what you have 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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Ec 12:1;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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ANGELUS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1657
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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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| # 157 | No key | | # 688 | Eb | | # 93 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 142 | Eb | | # 689 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 74 | No key | | # 424.1 | No key | | # 43.2 | No key |
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