“I have learned, in whatsoever state I am,
therewith to be content.” Philippians 4:11

Potter1. Why should we at our lots 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 Saviour dear
    Let’s drive all cares away.

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 Saviour dear
    Let’s drive all cares away.

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 Saviour dear
    Let’s drive all cares away.

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;
More faithful be,
    Than formerly,
    And constantly to pray;
Then since we have a Saviour dear
    Let’s drive all cares away.


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Song in the Night: page 104
Author: Unknown
Composer: E.J. King
Source: The Sacred Harp, p. 98
Time: 1:23

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