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Boys.
Christians, behold our deep distress,
And drop a pitying tear:
'Tis through our parents' helplessness,
Before you we appear.
Girls.
Had not the Lord made us his care,
And ye our friends had been,
We still had run our wild career,
In wickedness and sin.
Cong.
Children, we bless our God who gave
Us hearts this cause to raise ;
May ye from him true wisdom have,
To spend your days in praise.
Cong .
We cast our mite, with pleasure, in,
From love to thee, O God;
Do thou, dear Lord, each youth redeem,
With thy most precious blood.
Chil.
May Jesus bless our Christian friends,
Of high and low degree;
And may they, when life's journey ends,
A friend in Jesus see.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Pr 19:17;
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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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| 1815 | # 611 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HOWARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1825
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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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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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