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Unheedful man, to put thy trust
In sordid grain and glittering dust,
So subject to decay!
To make the things of time and sense
Thy hope, thy joy and confidence,
The creatures of a day.
Honour’s an empty breath of wind,
Pleasures still leave a sting behind,
And human power is vain;
The largest stores of wealth possessed.
To be by all the world caressed,
Are but a shadowy gain.
Ye flattering prospects, now adieu,
Superior joys have I in view,
Than all you can afford;
My best affections now ascend,
To him who is my dearest friend,
My Saviour and my Lord.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Ti 6:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 760 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MERIBAH
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1839
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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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| # 552 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 308 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 349 | Eb |
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