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Let busy mortals here below
Forbear to love an empty show,
Renounce the world’s delusive joys,
Its fading pomp and deafening noise.
Its best delights are mixed with gall,
Uncertainty attends them all;
Its passing pleasures only seem
A gliding shade, an airy dream.
This world’s a labyrinth of woe,
Hew weak is man to love it so;
How worthless all its riches are,
Gotten with pain and kept with care.
No more let earth our hearts engross,
Let us account its gold but dross;
Faith brings a better world in view,
More lasting and substantial too.
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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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Ec 4:8;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1874
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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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| # 86 | A | | # 226 | Bb | | # 204 | Bb | | # 194 | Bb | | # 58 | Bb | | # 182 | Bb | | # 443 | Bb | | # 196 | Bb | | # 35 | Bb | | # 279 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 423 | No key |
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