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With eager search for real good,
The sinner treads the world around;
Not knowing that the bliss he seeks
Beneath the skies, can ne’er be found.
Cease, foolish man, thy vain pursuit,
Thy soul on shadows cannot feed;
Blessings that suit th’ immortal mind,
Must from a nobler source proceed.
Silver and gold, and pomp and power,
The worldling’s wish may satisfy;
But cannot give his conscience peace,
Or his internal wants supply.
Fall prostrate then before the throne,
Seek pardoning mercy, quickening grace;
Nor be content till faith discern
A smile upon thy Father’s face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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CELESTE
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1857
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 69 | A | | # 78 | A | | # 277 | Ab | | # 318 | Eb | | # 77 | G | | # 352 | G | | # 605.3 | No key | | # 606.3 | No key |
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