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Vain in the sinner’s pomp and state,
Dear Lord, compared with thee!
All that the world calls good and great,
Is sordid dust to me.
When conscience stings and justice frowns,
Created helps are vain,
Nor sparkling gems, nor glittering crowns,
Can ease the inward pain.
When nature to distemper yields,
And sicknesses abound,
In large estates and fruitful fields,
No comfort can be found.
When death with his commission comes,
To bear the soul away,
Not all the miser’s hoarded sums
Can bribe a moment’s stay.
Let others then their riches boast,
While Satan blinds their eyes;
Lord, in thy mercy I would trust,
And this vain world despise.
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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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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 16:19;
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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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ST. BERNARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1741
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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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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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