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Quit, my soul, terrestrial things,
Flee the phantoms of a day;
Earthly joys abound with stings,
From the syrens turn away:
To a higher bliss aspire,
Suited to thy large desire.
They who make the world their choice,
Soon will sink beneath the shade;
For a season they rejoice,
Pains and sorrows then invade:
Oh my soul, now be thine,
To pursue a bliss divine.
Flee the dread alluring bait,
Flee the poisoned hook concealed;
Though the world its calls repeat,
Never to the tempter yield:
Seek protection from the Lord,
Who his succour will afford.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 7:31;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1818 | # 753 |
MUSIC
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WELLS
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1822
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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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| # 298 | C | | # 286 | C | | # 299 | C | | # 356 | C | | # 277 | D | | # 416 | D |
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