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Sweet is the work, my God, my King |
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Sweet place, sweet place alone |
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That day of wrath, that dreadful day |
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The child leans on its parent's breast |
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The billows swell, the winds are high |
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The clay, 0 Lord, is spent |
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The day of rest once more comes round |
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The foe behind, the deep before |
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The God of Abraham praise |
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The Head that once was crown'd with thorns |
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The heaven of heavens cannot contain |
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The Lord is King! lift up your voice |
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The Lord my pasture shall prepare . |
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The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow |
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The lovely form of God's own Church |
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The race that long in darkness pined |
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The roseate hues of early dawn |
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The scene around me disappears |
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The Son of God goes forth to war |
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The Son of God! the Lord of life |
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The spacious firmament on high |
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The starry firmament on high |
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The strain upraise of joy and praise |
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The voice that breathed o'er Eden |
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The waves of trouble, how they rise |
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The winds were howling o'er the deep |
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The world can neither give nor take |
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Thee we adore, eternal Lord |
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There is a book, who runs may read |
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There is a calm for those who weep |
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There is a dwelling-place above |
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There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
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There is a land of pure delight . |
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There is a pure and peaceful wave |
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There is a River, deep and broad |
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There is a safe and secret place |
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There is a Stream, which issues forth |
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There is an hour, when I must part |
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There's not a bird, with lonely nest |
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They talk'd of Jesus, as they went |
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Thou art gone to the grave : but we will not deplore thee |
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Thou God of Love! beneath thy sheltering wings |
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Thou, great Creator, art possest |
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Thou Judge of quick and dead |
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Thou the cup of death didst drain |
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Thou, who didst stoop below |
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Thou, who hast call'd us by Thy word |
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Thou, Whose Almighty word |
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Though, by sorrows overtaken |
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Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day |
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Through the day Thy love hath spared us |
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Through the love of God our Saviour |
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Thus saith God of His Anointed |
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