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All round the globe does Satan trace;
Nor keeps a certain road;
Sworn foe to all the human race,
And enemy to God.
He forms his plots and lays them deep,
Th’ unwary to decoy;
Lo, now he flies, and now he creeps,
To ruin and destroy.
Alluring baits does he present,
To draw the soul to sin;
Excites to wrath and discontent,
Works every lust within.
Let rich and poor, and young and old,
Of Satan’s wiles beware;
He to presumption tempts the bold,
The timid to despair.
He wanders still from place to place,
And waits th’ unguarded hour,
The truly pious to distress,
The wicked to devour.
But thanks to our almighty king,
Who does his power restrain;
If Jesus his assistance bring,
The tempter tempts in vain.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 770 |
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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