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Pleasures and honours all combined,
Yield no contentment to the mind;
All earthly joy are mixed with pain,
They make our expectations vain
How poor, alas, are things below!
Transient the bliss, but long the woe;
Then flee, my soul, the fatal snare,
Of earth’s delusive charms beware.
Come, Jesus, show thy lovely face,
And lodge me in thy kind embrace;
Then let the world to atoms fall,
Thou art my portion, thou my fall.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 62:10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 762 |
MUSIC
Name:
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ERNAN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 489 | Bb | | # 118 | Bb | | # 169 | Bb | | # 189 | Bb | | # 424.2 | No key | | # 568 | Bb | | # 114 | Bb | | # 135 | Bb | | # 184 | Bb |
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