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Religion's form is vain,
While we deny its power!
What will the hypocrite obtain,
In death's tremendous hour?
Now he may credit gain,
And in his affluence roll;
But all his profit will be pain,
When God shall take his soul.
Then, O what dread surprise.
What horror and dismay.
When death shall open wide his eyes.
And tear his mask away!
Lord, search and know my heart,
And make my soul sincere;
And bid hypocrisy depart.
And keep my conscience clear.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Job 27:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BRIDE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1762
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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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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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