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All round the globe does Satan trace;
Nor keeps a certain road;
Sworn foe to all the human race,
And enemy to God.
He forms his plots and lays them deep,
Th� unwary to decoy;
Lo, now he flies, and now he creeps,
To ruin and destroy.
Alluring baits does he present,
To draw the soul to sin;
Excites to wrath and discontent,
Works every lust within.
Let rich and poor, and young and old,
Of Satan�s wiles beware;
He to presumption tempts the bold,
The timid to despair.
He wanders still from place to place,
And waits th� unguarded hour,
The truly pious to distress,
The wicked to devour.
But thanks to our almighty king,
Who does his power restrain;
If Jesus his assistance bring,
The tempter tempts in vain.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 770 |
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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