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Begone, ye gilded vanities,
I seek substantial good:
To real bliss my wishes rise—
The favour of my God.
Thy smiles immortal joys impart,
Heaven dawns in every ray:
One glimpse of thee will cheer my heart,
And turn my night to day.
Not all the good which earth bestows,
Can fill the craving mind:
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.
Should boundless wealth increase my store.
Can wealth my cares beguile?
I should be wretched still, and poor,
Without thy blissful smile.
Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.
Grant, O my Father and my God,
This sweet, this one request,
Be thou my guide to thine abode,
And mine eternal rest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:6-7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 652 |
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WINDSOR
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1533,1591
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 451 | Gm | | # 237 | Gm | | # 274 | Gm | | # 43 | Gm | | # 90 | Gm | | # 267 | Gm | | # 596 | Gm | | # 275 | Gm | | # 291 | Gm |
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