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Let others worldly riches prize,
I scorn this earthly clod;
My portion is above the skies,
My Saviour and my God.
In all that men call good and great,
No pleasure can I find;
A lofty house, or large estate,
Can ne’er content the mind.
Were the Peruvian mountains mine,
With all their hidden store,
Did I in gold and jewels shine,
I still should wish for more.
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Not Croesus’ wealth, nor Caesar’s power,
Were I of both possessed,
Could inward peace and joy restore,
Or ease the troubled breast.
Restless I rove from place to place,
And search from pole to pole,
‘Till Jesus shows his lovely face,
There’s nought can cheer my soul.
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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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Pr 23:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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RICHMOND
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1792
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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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| # 101 | No key | | # 12 | F | | # 172 | F | | # 48 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 679 | G | | # 1 | G | | # 305 | G | | # 703 | G | | # 3 | G | | # 705 | G | | # 816.1 | No key |
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