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While the miser boasts his store,
He but aggravates his sin:
While he counts his treasures o’er,
Conscience smites and frowns within.
Riches of uncertain date,
Ne’er can make us truly blest;
Earthly grandeur, pomp and state
All are empty things at best.
I’ve a treasure in the skies,
Where my Saviour sits and reigns;
He my every want supplies,
Jesus soothes my inward pains.
Richest blessings I possess,
From his fulness they are given;
He’s my strength and righteousness,
He prepares my seat in heaven.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ec 5:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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INNOCENTS
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7 7 7 7
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 91 | No key | | # 739 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 1149 | E | | # 842 | E | | # 230 | E | | # 257 | E | | # 175 | E | | # 291 | Eb | | # 403 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 343 | Eb | | # 33 | G |
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