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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>GOD GIVES HIS MERCIES TO BE SPENT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“What will it profit a man, if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life?” Matthew 16:26</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cowper_w.html" target="_blank">William Cowper</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Holborn Hill,” <em>St. Alban’s Tune Book</em> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_holbhill.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>God gives His mercies to be spent;<br>
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Your hoard will do your soul no good.<br>
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Gold is a blessing only lent,<br>
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Repaid by giving others food.</p>
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<p>The world’s esteem is but a bribe,<br>
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To buy their peace you sell your own;<br>
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The slave of a vainglorious tribe,<br>
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Who hate you while they make you known.</p>
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<p>The joy that vain amusements give,<br>
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O! sad conclusion that it brings!<br>
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The honey of a crowded hive,<br>
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Defended by a thousand stings.</p>
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<p>’Tis thus the world rewards the fools<br>
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That live upon her treacherous smiles:<br>
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She leads them, blindfold, by her rules,<br>
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And ruins all whom she beguiles.</p>
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<p>God knows the thousands who go down<br>
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From pleasure into endless woe;<br>
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And with a long despairing groan<br>
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Blaspheme their Maker as they go.</p>
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<p>Oh fearful thought! be timely wise;<br>
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Delight but in a Savior’s charms,<br>
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And God shall take you to the skies,<br>
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Embraced in everlasting arms.</p>
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