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| 1 |
Why should we at our lot complain, Or grieve at our distress? Some think if they could riches gain, They'd gain true happiness. Ah! we're much to blame, We're all the same -- Alike we're made of clay; Then, since we have a Savior dear, Let's drive all care away. |
Why should we at our lot complain,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Why should the rich despise the poor? Why should the poor repine? A little time will make us all In equal friendship join. Ah! we're much to blame, We're all the same -- Alike we're made of clay; Then, since we have a Savior dear, Let's drive all care away. |
Why should we at our lot complain,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
The only circumstance of life That ever I could find To soften cares and temper strife Was a contented mind; When we've this in store, We have much more, Than wealth could e'er convey; Then, since we have a Savior dear, Let's drive all care away. |
Why should we at our lot complain,, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
When age, old creeping age comes on, And we are young no more, Let's all repent the sins we've done, Nor grieve that youth is o'er; We'll more faithful be Than formerly, And constantly to pray; Then, since we have a Savior dear, Let's drive all care away. |
Why should we at our lot complain,, Stanza 5 |