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Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess |
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Thy way, not mine, 0 Lord |
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'Tis come, the time so oft foretold |
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To God, ye choir, above, begin |
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To Heaven I lift mine eye |
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To Him, who for our sins was slain |
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To-morrow, Lord, is Thine |
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To Thee, my God, whose Presence fills |
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Up to the hills I lift mine eyes |
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Up to the throne of God is borne |
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We seek a rest beyond the skies |
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We sing His love, Who once was slain |
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We sing the praise of Him Who died |
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Weary of wandering from my God |
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Welcome, sweet day, of days the best |
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We'll sing, in spite of scorn |
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We're bound for yonder land |
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We've no abiding city here |
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What are these in bright array |
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What sudden blaze of song |
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Whate'er my God ordains is right |
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When all Thy mercies, 0 my God |
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When at mid-day my task I ply |
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When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend |
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When came in flesh th' Incarnate Word |
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When Christ the Lord would come on earth |
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When Christ, with all His graces crown'd |
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When gathering clouds around I view |
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When God of old came down from Heaven |
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When languor and disease invade |
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When I survey life's varied scene |
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When I survey the wondrous cross |
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When Israel, by Divine command |
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When Jesus left His Father's throne |
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When rising from the bed of death |
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When shall Thy love constrain |
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When Thou, 0 Lord, in flesh wert drest |
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When wounded sore the stricken heart |
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Where high the heavenly Temple stands |
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night |
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While with ceaseless course the sun |
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Why comes this fragrance on the summer breeze |
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Why do we mourn departing friends |
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Why should I fear the darkest hour |
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Why should I, in vain repining |
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With all the powers my poor soul hath |
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With tearful eyes I look around |
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Worship, honour, glory, blessing |
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Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell |
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Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough |
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Yes, God is good: in earth and sky |
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Your harps, ye trembling saints |
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