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Begone, my worldly cares, away,
Nor dare to tempt my sight;
Let me begin th' ensuing day,
Before I end this night.
Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul;—thy Sabbath days
Can never be too long.
Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame;
Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesus' name.
On wings of expectation borne.
My hopes to heaven ascend;
I long to welcome in the morn,
With thee the day to spend.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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BISHOPTHORPE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 121 | G | | # 436 | G | | # 107 | G | | # 719 | G | | # 369 | G | | # 478 | G |
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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