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O were my heart but form�d for woe,
What streams of pitying tears should flow,
To see the thoughtless sons of men
Labour, and toil, and live in vain!
One thing is needful�one alone;
If this be ours, all is our own:
�Tis needful now, �twill needful be
In death and thro� eternity.
Without it we are all undone,
Tho� we could call the world our own;
Not all the joys of time and sense
Can countervail the loss immense.
Great God ! that pow�rful grace of thine,
Which rous�d a soul so dead as mine,
Can rouse these thoughtless sinners too,
The one thing needful to pursue.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 10:42;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MORNING HYMN
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1785
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 74 | No key | | # 2 | No key | | # 265 | A | | # 3 | Ab | | # 672 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 931 | G | | # 68 | No key |
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