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Unveil thy glories to my view,
And bid me taste thy love;
Be thou, oh Lord, my treasure here,
And fix my thoughts above.
Riches are vain and empty things,
And pleasures soon decay;
Honour’s a puff of noisy breath,
And sceptres pass away.
The world how mean, with all its store,
Compared with thee, my Lord;
Its transitory joys how few,
How little they afford.
Ye glittering vanities, begone,
Ye false delights, adieu!
My glorious Lord fills all the space,
And leaves no room for you.
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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 3:2;
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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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ST. AGNES, DURHAM
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1866
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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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| # 278 | No key | | # 84 | No key | | # 60 | A | | # 46 | Ab | | # 135 | Ab | | # 536 | F | | # 486 | G | | # 79 | G | | # 128 | G | | # 129 | G | | # 308 | G | | # 276 | G | | # 374 | G | | # 327 | G | | # 289 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 137 | G | | # 201 | G | | # 178 | G | | # 450 | G | | # 322 | G | | # 769 | G |
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