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Of Thy love some gracious token. |
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0 help us, Lord! each hour of need |
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Oh what, if we are Christ's |
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On God the race of man depends |
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On the mountain's top appearing |
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One there is, above all others |
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Our God, our help in ages past |
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Our life is hut an idle play |
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Our praise Thou need'st not; but Thy love |
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Palms of glory, raiment bright |
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Pleasant are Thy courts above |
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Plunged in a gulf of dark despair |
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Poor child of sin and woe |
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Pour out Thy Spirit from on mgji |
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Praise, my soul, the King of heaven |
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Praise, 0 praise our God and King |
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Praise the Lord, His glories show |
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Praise the Lord of Heaven, praise Him in the height |
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Praise to God, immortal praise . . |
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Praise to the radiant Source of bliss |
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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire |
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Quiet, Lord, my froward heart |
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Receive him, Earth, unto thine harbouring shrine. |
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Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears |
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Rejoice, the Lord is King |
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Rejoice, though storms assail thee |
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Return, 0 wanderer, to thy home |
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Ride on, ride on in majesty |
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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
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Rock of Ages, cleft for me |
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Round the Lord in glory seated |
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Salvation ! oh ! the joyful sound |
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Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes |
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Saviour, when in dust to Thee |
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Saviour, who didst from Heav'n come down |
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Saviour, who, exalted high |
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Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding |
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See, the ransomed millions stand |
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Shall I fear, 0 Earth, thy bosom |
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Shepherd of Israel, from above |
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Shine on our souls, eternal God |
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Since Thou hast added now, 0 God |
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Sing to the Lord, our might |
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Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice |
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Sleep well, my dear; sleep safe and free |
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Sometimes a light surprises |
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Songs of praise the angels sang |
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Source of good, whose power controls |
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Sovereign Ruler of the skies |
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Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them |
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Spirit! leave thine house of clay |
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Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear |
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Sleep, baby, sleep ! 'what ails my dear |
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Sweet is the Spirit's strain |
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