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Vain is the world with all its joys,
When faith a better country spies;
Our souls forsake the empty noise,
With ardour seek their native skies.
Let others live on serpent’s fare,
Or make the shining dust their food;
God is not worth a Christian’s care,
And nought beneath our God is good.
A thousand larger globes than this,
Can never fill th’ immortal mind;
Upwards we soar to realms of bliss,
And seek for pleasure more refined.
The world’s alluring charms appear
A phantom, when exposed to view;
Oft have we bought its wealth too dear,
And now we bid a long adieu.
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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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Heb 11:16;
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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 | # 766 |
MUSIC
Name:
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FULDA (WALTON)(GERMANY)
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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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1815
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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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| # 105 | No key | | # 193 | Ab | | # 1583 | Bb | | # 403 | Bb | | # 464 | Bb | | # 680 | Bb | | # 181 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 431 | Bb | | # 460 | Bb | | # 465 | Bb | | # 323 | Bb | | # 790 | Bb | | # 120 | Bb | | # 74 | Eb | | # 42 | No key | | # 215 | Bb |
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