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What does the worldling gain
By all his vain pursuits?
His very pleasure gives him pain,
And mis'ry are its fruits.
What anxious cares corrode
The mind intent on wealth ;
His mammon oft becomes a load,
Which robs him of his health.
Does he his end attain,
And in full affluence roll?
What does the sordid creature gain,
When God demands his soul?
His spirit still must live,
Which justice will demand!
What would the impious wretch now give,
To wrest it from his hand?
My soul to heaven aspire,
And seek thine all in God:
Nor e'er pollute thy pure desire,
By trifles on the road.
He does my soul now bless,
With his enriching grace;
But O what wealth shall I possess,
When I behold his face!
These riches of his grace
Will then to glory rise,
When I have run my earthly race,
And gained th' immortal prize.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. THOMAS
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1770
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 60 | No key | | # 18 | F | | # 120 | F | | # 280 | F | | # 293 | F | | # 591 | F | | # 21 | G | | # 382 | G | | # 445 | G | | # 478 | G | | # 254 | G | | # 194 | G | | # 738 | G | | # 33 | G | | # 131 | C |
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