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The joy that vain amusements give,
To him who thoughtless sports and sings,
Is like the honey of a hive,
When guarded by a thousand stings.
'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
Who live upon her treach'rous smiles:
She leads them blindfold, by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.
'Tis thus that thousands hasten down
From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan.
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.
Warn'd by their woes, may we be wise.
Delighting in a Saviour's charms;
Then God will take us to the skies,
Embrac'd in everlasting arms.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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MUSIC
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WAREHAM
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1738
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 309 | No key | | # 9 | No key | | # 258 | A | | # 356 | A | | # 323 | Bb | | # 651 | Bb | | # 83 | Bb | | # 83 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 549 | Bb | | # 109 | Bb | | # 546 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 63 | Bb | | # 529 | Bb | | # 229.2 | No key |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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