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Ah! why this disconsolate frame!
Tho' earthly enjoyments decay,
My Jesus is ever the same,
A Sun in the gloomiest day:
Tho' molten awhile in the fire,
'Tis only the gold to refine;
And be it my simple desire
Tho' suffering, not to repine.
What can be the pleasures to me.
Which earth in its fulness can boast?
Delusive, its vanities flee,
A flash of enjoyment at most:
And if the Redeemer could part
For me, with his throne iu the skies,
Ah! why is so dear to my heart,
What he in his wisdom denies?
Then let the rude tempest assail,
The blast of adversity blow,
The haven, tho' distant, I hail,
Beyond this rough ocean of woe;
When safe on its beautiful strand,
ril smile on the billows that foam.
Kind angels to hail me to land,
And Jesus to welcome me home.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LLANGRISTIOLUS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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