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Farewell earth, with your vain pleasures,
Now I bid you all adieu;
Nought below I find substantial,
Nothing I expect from you:
|: Your bestowments :|
Sink and lessen in my view.
Quite uncertain are your riches,
Honour’s but a puff of wind;
All your gifts and boasted treasures,
Cannot fill the empty mind;
|: Though you promise :|
Few performances I find.
I pursue a bliss much higher,
Far above yon azure skies;
Thither I with ardent wishes,
Often lift my eager eyes;
|: There’s the treasure, :|
And the bliss that never dies.
Come then death, and stay no longer,
Gently snatch my soul away;
Then to worlds of light and glory,
I shall haste without delay:
|: Ply to Jesus, :|
And enjoy eternal day.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 820 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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JORDON
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 465 | | | # 724 | C | | # 348 | C | | # 320 | C |
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