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FABER'S HYMNS.. |
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THE END OF MAN. |
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I come to Thee once more, my God!
No longer will I roam ; For I have sought the wide world through,
And never found a home. |
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Though bright and many are the spots Where I have built a nest, Yet in the brightest still I pined For more abiding rest.
Riches could bring me joy and power, And they were fair to see; Yet gold was but a sorry god To serve instead of Thee. |
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Then honor and the world's good word
Appeared a nobler faith ; Yet could I rest on bliss that hung
And trembled on a breath ? |
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