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Unstable souls, the slaves of sense,
The tempter oft beguiles,
Approaching with some fair pretence,
He veils his artful wiles.
Sometimes he tempts us to presume,
And then to deep despair;
Tells us, in Christ there is no room,
No refuge for us there.
To youth he says, ‘tis yet too soon,
A dying prayer will do;
To hoary age, the time is gone,
To form the life anew.
When carnal objects we pursue,
He strews them in our way,
Enticing baits presents to view,
And makes us soon his prey.
Now he assumes a form divine,
The simple to allure,
Extols their duties with design,
Their ruin to secure.
A God all mercy or all wrath,
He’ll place before our view,
Severe to mark the least offence,
Or careless what we do.
Great God, his various schemes confound,
Bind up his haughty foe:
Then shall our tongues thy praise resound,
Our hearts with joy o’erflow.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 4:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BEATITUDO
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 27 | No key | | # 35 | No key | | # 405 | Ab | | # 501 | Ab | | # 200 | Ab | | # 424 | Ab | | # 438 | Ab | | # 604 | Bb | | # 727 | No key |
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