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Not honour, pleasure, wealth or power,
Those short-lived comforts of an hour,
Can yield contentment to the mind,
Which thirsts for blessings more refined.
Not all that men call good or great,
Their pomp, their majesty and state,
Can e’er afford substantial rest,
Or soothe the sorrows of the breast.
What in this world I seek in vain,
In thee, my God, I shall obtain;
Thy fulness is an endless store,
An ocean wide without a snare.
Amidst ten thousand dangers here,
My faith would never yield to fear;
That bliss which I in thee enjoy,
Shall never fail and never cloy.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 17:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 754 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 180 | G |
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