| 2 O Wondrous Love | We must trust in His redeeming love,
And try His work to do.
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| 4 Copeland | And may His blessings be to you,
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| 7 Jehovah is My God | He treats us with His chast'ning rod,
I hold more firmly to His hand,
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| 8 Creation (First) | And sound his name, and sound his name abroad.
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| 10 Zion's Dove | His banner soon will be unfurled,
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| 14 I'll Serve My Lord | I hear His tender voice;
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| 15 My Consolation | His life He gave, lost souls to save,
O may His love abound most free,
And manifest His pow'r;
His hand in ev'ry good we see,
Without His watchful eye
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| 18 Praise Our Redeemer | Praise His holy name, and to Him we will bend;
Sing of His goodness and bountiful mercy,
Come, rest your soul on His arm of redemption,
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| 19 The Day of Days | To catch away His blessed own,
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| 20 Prison Chains | His love has burst my prison chains,
His love has burst my prison chains.
I'm happy to be called His own,
His love has burst my prison chains,
His love has burst my prison chains.
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| 21 Webster | Sing of His dying love.
Sing of His rising pow'r,
And take His wand'rers home.
His endless praise proclaim,
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| 22b Sinner Come | To all His children, come.
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| 24b Fredrica | His mercy and His truth,
And teaching them His ways.
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| 25b Brimmer | Wait thou His time, so shall this night,
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| 27t Morning Worship | And sends his blessings down.
Who sends his blessings down
And make his people one.
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| 27b Missionary Herald | His sov'reign voice obey;
Depending on his sov'reign word,
In spite of all his foes.
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| 28t Mocksville | His precious blood was shed,
His body bruis'd for sin;
Approach His royal board,
In His rich garments clad,
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| 28b Watchman (First) | I was His chief delight,
His everlasting Son;
Before the first of all His works,
I dwelt at His right hand.
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| 29 The Midnight Cry | His returning now is near,
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| 30b Dennis | I trust in His almighty pow'r,
His comforts bear me up,
His love is still the same.
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| 31b Time | Each in his office wait;
With joy obey His heav'nly word,
And watch before His gate.
Gird up your loins as in His sight,
For awful is His name.
Mark ev'ry signal of His hand,
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| 32b Zellville | His endless praises sing;
While saints and angels speak His love,
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| 35t Lisbon | And feasts His saints today;
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| 35b Boylston | To those that fear His name,
His anger like a rising wind,
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| 36t Lovely Vine | For His redeeming grace;
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| 39 A Precious Stone | Yet, God hath built His church thereon,
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| 40b Weeping Sinners | Bids you His salvation sing.
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| 42 Joy Bells | With the story of His never dying love.
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| 43 The Heavenly Throng | On us His providence has shown,
His goodness and His praise.
His steady counsels change the face
He bids the sun cut short his race,
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| 44t Morning Sun | Pursues his shining way,
And loud proclaims his Maker's praise,
Beneath His guardian care,
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| 44b Dunlap's Creek | Scatters his feeble light;
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| 45b Lofty Sky | Proclaim His pow'r abroad.
Divinely teach His name.
They show the wonders of His hand,
And orders of His throne.
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| 48 Mount Helicon | The Lord makes bare His arm
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| 52 Newburg | And sound His name abroad.
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| 54 My Trust | Or to defend His cause,
Maintain the honor of His word,
The glory of His cross.
Jesus my God, I know His name,
His name is all my trust,
Firm as His throne His promise stands,
What I've committed to His hands
Before His Father's face,
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| 56t America | My soul, repeat His praise,
And when His strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
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| 60 What Did He Do? | You, too, shall come to know His favor,
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| 61t North Carolina | Night unto night, His name repeats,
My tongue shall speak His praise;
My sins would rouse His wrath to flame,
And yet His wrath delays.
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| 61b Gaines | The triumphs of His grace.
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| 62t Sweet Hope (First) | I, even I shall see His face;
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| 62b Joy to the World | He comes to make His blessings flow,
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| 63t Condescension | Our mis'ry reached His heav'nly mind,
He gave His soul up to the stroke,
To raise us to His throne,
There's ne'er a gift His hand bestows,
But cost His heart a groan.
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| 64 Youthful Blessings | May God His richest blessings give
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| 66t Balerma | His early only choice.
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| 67t Peterboro | My tongue shall speak His praise;
My sins would rouse His wrath to flame,
And yet His wrath delays.
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| 70t Arlington | He calls the hours His own;
And praise surround His throne.
Today the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.
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| 70b Brown | And all His promises to plead,
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| 72b Joyful News | I'll seek His face without delay,
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| 73t Ella's Song | Now may the Lord reveal His face,
To make His glor'ous reign of grace
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| 75 Sprague | Their triumph to His death.
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| 78t Repent | His heralds are dispatched abroad
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| 81b Eternal Joys | Kneeling low at His feet;
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| 82t Lady Touch Thy Harp Again | Lowly kneeling at His feet.
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| 82b Gospel Waves | Bearing sweet com- (Trust His love,) -fort, bringing relief (Praise His name.)
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| 84 Homeland | When Christ comes on His way;
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| 86t Ortonville | It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
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| 89 Northfield | His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
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| 90 Brightest Days | If Jesus show His mercy mine
And whisper I am His.
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| 92 Promised Day | His government shall own.
To His command we bow;
Part of His host have crossed the flood,
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| 93 Something New | Since man, by sin, has lost his God,
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| 96 Mighty Love | To read His Holy word.
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| 98 Christian Soldier | And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
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| 99 Pleasant Hill | His government to own.
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| 100 Tennessee | Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt
Fall down before his face;
Unworthy to be called his son,
He saw his son returning back,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.
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| 101 An Address for All | A Caesar may be great today, yet death will close his eyes:
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| 103 Derrick | Exerts His sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
And with the treasures of His grace
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| 104 Everlasting Song | His flesh all pure, without a stain,
His soul without a sin.
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| 105b Hamburg | I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
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| 106 Sweet Rivers | For he has lost his sting;
I'm so delighted with His charms,
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| 107 Resignation (First) | Jehovah is His name;
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me for His mercy's sake
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| 110 Volunteers | His garments stained with His own blood,
King Jesus is His name.
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| 112 Bush Hills | According to His purpose.
And also did predestinate to be conformed to His Son,
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| 113 The Converted Thief | That languished at His side.
His crimes with inward grief and shame,
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his pray'r addressed.
His pray'r the dying Jesus hears,
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| 114 That Glorious Day | Nor think his reign is long;
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| 115 The Millennium | Nor think his reign is long;
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| 118 Campbell | And join with us to praise His love,
And glorify His name.
We for His sake count all things loss,
And wait His heav'nly share;
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| 123 Rapturous Scene | On us His providence has shone
His goodness and His praise.
His steady counsels change the face
He bids the sun cut short his race,
O'er all the heav'ns He spreads His cloud,
He sends His show'rs of blessings down,
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| 124 Pilgrim's Triumph | With glory in his view;
To heav'n he lifts his longing eyes,
He shouts with his expiring breath,
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| 125t Endless Joy | While on His breast I lean my head,
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| 125b Day Dawn | That fountain in his day;
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| 126 Ocean | And finds his courage vain.
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| 128t Hester | His church displays His grace;
But upper worlds His glory know,
I love to worship at His feet,
But saints exalted near His seat
And taste His heav'nly love;
But still His visits seem too short,
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| 129 Coronation | Who from His altar call;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
We at His feet may fall;
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| 132 Musical Society | Each bear with me his vocal part,
Each join with me his well-tuned harp,
His voice and harp could spirits quell,
Each join with me his well-tuned harp,
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| 137 Antioch | He comes to make His blessings flow
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love.
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| 139 The Wanderer's Grave | And sickness preyed upon his frame,
While sorrows marked his pallid cheek,
And sank his spirit low.
Nor waiting friends stood near his couch,
To soothe his aching heart;
The stars of night his watchers were,
His fan the wide wind's breath;
He closed his eyes in death.
His bones, alas, were left to bleach
The wild wolf howled his requiem,
The rude wind danced his dirge;
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| 140 Edom | His steady counsels change the face
He bids the sun cut short his race
On us His providence has shone,
His goodness and His praise.
Over the heav'ns He spreads His cloud,
He sends His show'rs of blessings down,
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| 142 The Solid Rock | When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
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| 143 Farther Along | When He comes from His home in the sky;
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| 144b Walk with God | Of Jesus and His word?
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| 145t Milledgeville | His most successful war.
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| 147 Fairfield | I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
Without His sov'reign grace.
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| 148 Leander | And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
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| 150 Salvation | I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
Without His sov'reign grace.
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| 151 Sweet Prospect | Of Jesus and His word?
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| 153 Columbus | And I believed His word.
No: He will put His strength in me,
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| 154 Happy Time | When round His throne we meet.
While here we sit and sing His love,
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| 155 Solemn Call | Yet death will close his eyes:
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| 156 Repentance | And groaned away His precious life
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| 161t Wells | With all your tongues His glory sing.
We are His work, and not our own,
The sheep that on His pastures live.
Enter His gates with songs of joy;
With praises to His courts repair;
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| 167b Come Along | And His word let us trust and obey.
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| 170 On My Way | With gladness ever singing of His love;
And at His side I shall abide,
Working, singing, trusting, clinging, ever spreading the story of His love,
His goodness telling, praises swelling,
His love will share the ills I bear
And keep me by His precious love divine.
His glory in the blessed home above;
For ever of the wonders of His love.
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| 171 Sessions | The glory of His dying pains,
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| 172 The Grand Highway | Joy will be found when they to His will obey;
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| 175 O How I Love Jesus | It tells me of His precious blood,
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| 176 Heavenly Treasures | For here His way I trod;
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| 182 A Happy Meeting | Basking in the Saviour's love, His love sublime, oh hallelujah, won't that be a
We will leave behind us ev'ry doubter with his sin,
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| 185 Corinth | That I no more revere His name.
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| 186 Lord Remember Me | When the Archangel shall come in his power,
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| 187 The Gospel Pool | Where Jesus oft His tryst doth keep
Or show His smiling face.
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| 188 He Loves Me | Would He devote His sacred head
And shut his glories in,
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| 190 Salutation | Will bless us with His favor,
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| 191 Oh! Turn, Sinner | Today, if you will hear His voice,
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| 192 The Penitent | And groaned away His dying life,
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| 193 Kay | 'Tis through the merits of His Son;
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| 194 O Happy Day | Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
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| 195 Garden | God, from His cloudy cistern pours
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| 196 Loving Kindness | His loving kindness, O! how free!
His loving kindness, O! how great!
His loving kindness, O! so strong!
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| 198 News From The Skies | Today he makes his entrance here,
A manger for his cradle stands,
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| 200 Parting Hand | Where Jesus shows His smiling face.
O trust His grace in Canaan's land,
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| 203 Cumberland | To spread His name far through the sky,
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| 204t What a Day | Who to me does His pow'r reveal;
All His promises He'll prove,
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| 205 The Watchman's Call | And there proclaim His majesty.
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| 206 Prayer Meeting | And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word and trust his grace;
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| 207t Windham | And makes his own destruction sure.
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| 207b Meditation | Today, if you will hear His voice,
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| 208t He Lives | He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives, all glory to His name,
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| 209 The Lord's Supper | And friends betrayed Him to His foes.
What love through all His actions ran!
For us His flesh with nails was torn;
And justice poured upon His head
For us His vital blood was spilt,
He gave His soul a sacrifice.
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| 211t Hopewell | His track I see and I'll pursue
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| 213 Be Committed | Come into His courts with gladness,
Each his sacred vows renew,
To proclaim His wondrous love.
And with joy His praises sing.
Mirrors His redemptive plan.
Of His love that is divine;
For His grace give Him the glory,
Till men His name have heard.
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| 214 Hosanna | Triumphant to his place above;
The angels speed his swift remove;
And gains his rest in Paradise.
Saved by the merit of his Lord,
Yet still his merciful reward
According to his works receives;
His bliss eternally shall grow.
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| 215 In That Morning | His track I see, and I'll pursue,
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| 216b Social Band | A host that near His presence stands,
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| 217 Jerusalem | His track I see and I'll pursue
I'll go, for all His paths are peace.
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| 218t Cookham | Ye who His salvation prove,
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| 219 Rapture (First) | When God revealed His gracious name,
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| 221b Poor, Weak, and Worthless | Jesus, the Saviour, is His name
And by His pow'r my foes controlled,
And brought me to His chosen fold.
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| 222t Praise | Praise the Lord, His glory bless;
Praise Him in His holiness;
Praise Him as His fame requires.
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| 223 Hallelujah! Praise The Lord | With His sweetest consolations
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| 224b Hark My Soul | 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
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| 227 Majestic Rays | His head with awful glories crowned;
And skies and stars obey His will;
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| 230t Eltham | Might'est kings His pow'r shall own,
Heathen tribes His name adore;
Satan and His host o'erthrown,
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| 233 Believer and His Soul | Of His special favor.
Be it but His pleasure;
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| 234 The Singing Christian | With healing in His wings:
Will clothe His people too:
Will give His children bread.
His praise shall tune my voice;
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| 235 Faithful Soldier | His promises are faithful
And all His valiant soldiers
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| 236t Pacolet | Since we have seen his beauty,
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| 241 Closer Walk with God | Of Jesus and His Word?
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| 242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | They would entreat you His love to secure;
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| 244t Mutual Love | His promises are faithful,
And all His valiant soldiers
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| 244b The Christian's Conflicts | And make His grace abound.
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| 245 Bozrah | With His garments dipped in blood,
On His foes destruction hurled;
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| 246 The Good Physician | His wondrous pow'r to save.
How matchless is His grace!
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| 249 Green Fields | His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
While bless'd with a sense of His love,
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| 252 The Sufferings of Christ | He left His exalted abode,
He shed forth His blood as the cost.
His body bore anguish and pain,
His spirit 'most sank with the load:
His sweat was as great drops of blood.
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| 254t Bartimeus | Many for his crying chid him,
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| 254b Talmar | In his glor'ous presence living,
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| 255 Watchman (Second) | Have the signs that mark His coming
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| 256t Pleading Savior | Are delighted with His charms!
Now He calls you to His arms.
Now He calls you to His arms.
By His mercy, love and pow'r.
Pleads the merit of His blood;
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| 257 Jubilee | To revive His work again,
With His Father and our God;
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| 258 Thorny Desert | He will lead you to His throne;
He who dyed His garments for you,
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| 259t Crumly | Low before His cross to lie,
Flowing in His languid eye.
With my tears His feet I'll bathe;
Life deriving from His death.
Prove His wounds each day more healing,
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| 262 Collins | O seek His sanctifying grace,
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| 266 Chrystler's Field | His precious name lights up the flame
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| 267 Louisiana | To show His meekness and His love,
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| 268 Come Ye to the Waters | And sent His grace to save us.
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| 269t Restoration | Many for his crying chid him,
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| 270 Lena | See His burdened bosom heave!
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| 273 Sing His Praise | And sing His praises all the while,
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| 278 God Holds the Future | God holds the future in His hand.
And ever for His glory stand;
God holds the future in His hand.
God holds the future in His hand.
For all who follow His command
God holds the future in His hand.
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| 279 Lecil | In His own time He'll call us there,
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| 281b Palmetto | Oh that all my friends were His.
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| 282 Friendship | Friendship for his Creator;
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| 286 Ganges | And felt His pity move:
The sinner, by His justice slain,
Now by His grace is born again,
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| 288 Morris | Our mis'ry reached His heav'nly mind,
He gave His soul up to the stroke,
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| 289 Happy Land | Loud let His praises ring,
Then shall His kingdom come,
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| 290 Amity | Has fixed His royal throne:
Makes thee His blest abode,
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| 292 Grief of Love | But that His grace can bear.
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| 293 Lenox | Redemption by His blood,
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| 294 Carmarthen | He took His seat above:
His kingdom cannot fail,
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet;
He all His foes shall quell,
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| 295 Redeemer's Praise | The triumphs of His grace.
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
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| 296 He's Holding My Hand | To His control I trust my all,
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| 297 Lucas | His adorable will
Of His coming, may say,
Oh that each from his Lord
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| 298 My Shepherd Guides | If I but trust His holy word
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| 299 Green Meadows | His designs.
His sacred name declares;
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| 301 John Street | At His command.
His kingdom still maintains;
He keeps His own secure,
He guards them by His side,
His spotless bride:
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| 302 Olivers | O'erwhelmed at His almighty grace,
He shows His prints of love,
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| 303 The Unclouded Day | O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
O they tell me of the King on His snow-white throne,
O they tell me that He smiles on His children there,
And His smile drives their sorrows all away;
O the smiles of His love-beaming eye;
O the King in His beauty invites me there,
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| 304 Blue Vale of Naucoochee | At His command.
His kingdom still maintains;
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| 306 Middlebury | Will remember His word,
While His grace we receive
From His bounty and live
There, O there at His feet,
And His rapturous praises repeat;
Sing, all heaven, and fall at His feet.
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| 307 True Happiness | Than to fall at His feet
Oh that all His salvation might see,
On the wings of His love,
Neither envied Elijah his seat;
Would I spend to His praise,
All my days are His due;
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| 308 The Happy Time | When round His throne we meet.
While here we sit and sing His love,
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| 310b Weary Sinner | Pouring out His life for thee.
At His feet thy burden lay;
Plead His promise, trust His grace.
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| 311 Elysian | Angel trumps resound His fame,
All the music of His name,
Shout His glor'ous victories,
Cast their crowns before His throne,
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| 313 Bruce's Address | Spurn his slavery.
Who would cast away his shield?
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| 314 The Christian | I feel I'm in His favor,
And I am His forever,
Supported by His power,
Impelled by His love.
To praise His name above.
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| 315 David's Victory | Let mighty Saul his vanquished thousands tell
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| 319 Weary Pilgrim | The fullness of His pow'r I prove,
I then more highly prize His favor.
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| 320 Longing for the Day | When Jesus shall call His children away,
To live in His glory forever up there,
When He'll call His children from ev'ry land,
Together to dwell at His right hand.
To praise His sweet name eternally.
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| 323 Holy Manna | At His table we'll sit down;
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| 325b Jesus Died For Me | For the gift of His dear Son.
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| 327 The Christian's Hope | And praise His name on high:
And dwell in His beloved embrace,
And taste the fullness of His grace,
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| 329 Redeeming Grace | With cries of His redeeming blood.
And He His pard'ning grace revealed.
And with His people sing aloud,
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| 330 Fulfillment | Oh, then He'll cut His foes asunder,
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| 331 A Home in Heaven | As the poor man toils in his weary lot:
His heart oppressed and with anguish driv'n,
From his home below to his home in Heav'n –
From his home below to his home in Heav'n.
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes
From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n –
From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.
From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.
From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.
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| 332 Babylonian Captivity | His arm avenge her desolated walls
And raise His children to eternal day.
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| 334 Jordan's Stormy Wave | A place for all His chosen to go.
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| 335 When I am Gone | Think who has died His beloved to save,
Sing till the earth shall be filled with His name,
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| 336t Sweet Harmony | I in His dear breast,
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| 337 To Die No More | His track I see, and I'll pursue,
I'll go, for all His paths are peace.
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| 338t How Firm a Foundation | Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word,
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| 339 Samanthra | His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow,
And bask in the smiles of His grace.
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| 341 The Lone Pilgrim | Then turn to the Saviour, His love's all divine,
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| 342 Blest Morn | Lo for His guard, the bright angels attend;
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall.
Vainly with gold we His favor secure;
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| 343 Tell the Story | Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Of Jesus and His love.
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| 344 Morality | And moralist Time shakes his glass at my door,
And death with his sickle shall cut the ripe corn.
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| 345 The Shepherd's Star | Lo, for His guard the bright angels attend.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall,
Vainly with gold we His favor secure;
Low at His feet we in humble prostration,
There we receive His divine consolation,
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| 346 Star in the East | Lo! for His guard the bright angels attend.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall.
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| 347 Portuguese Hymn | O come, and let us worship at His feet!
O come, and let us worship at His feet!
Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
And let the celestial courts His praise repeat;
O come, and let us worship at His feet!
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| 349 Redemption (First) | Oh! His blood was shed that we might live
His life so freely gave,
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| 353 Bower of Prayer | And bless'd with His presence my humble retreat,
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| 354 Summer | Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
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| 356 Morning Song | Who wander together, enjoying his light;
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| 357 The Trumpet | As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His ire!
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word.
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| 358 O Come, Come Away | To read God's word on His glad day,
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| 359 Wondrous Love | Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.
And strike each tuneful string in His praise.
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| 363 The Christian Warfare | And I am resolved to regard all His precepts,
Apollyon with all his powerful forces,
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| 364 Redemption (Second) | But glory to Jesus His love's not confined
His love it flows bount'ous to all human creatures,
And all His Commandments I'm bound to obey;
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| 366 Millennium (First) | What beauty the churches will put on in His sight,
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| 367 David's Lamentation | He went to his chamber and wept;
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| 368t Brush Creek | That I no more revere His Name.
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| 372 I Won't Turn Back | His loving breast is always downy,
And His grace will support my soul;
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| 374 Heavenly Vision | For the great day of His wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand?
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| 384 Lord I'm Depending on You | 'Twas His wondrous plan to save fallen man from eternal loss.
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| 385 Sweet Heaven | By faith I trust in His Grace;
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| 387 Stay, Sinner | And Jesus gives his pleadings o'er.
Oh, let His love, your heart constrain,
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| 388 Anchor | Whereon his sorrows lean;
It is the substance of his hope,
His proof of things unseen;
It is the anchor of his soul
Directs his wand'rings from afar
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| 390 Crown of Light | But fixed His word, His saving pow'r remains;
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| 391 Glad Tidings | They dwell with delight on the sound of His name,
And gaze on His glories with wonder and love.
Come, saints, and adore Him, come, bow at His feet;
But their loft'est songs never equal His love;
The claims of His mercy will ever remain,
When we join in worship and tell of His name;
And trusting His mercy sing “Worthy the Lamb.”
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| 393b China | To call us to His arms.
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| 394 Stubborn Heart | That one in all His grace I need;
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| 396b Waynsville | All His wondrous works proclaiming –
His right hand and arm hath won.
Interposed His precious blood.
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| 398t St. Thomas | Hath fix'd His throne on high,
And swift to do His will,
Who guard His churches when they pray,
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| 400b Hall | Unveils the beauties of His face,
And sheds His love abroad.
Where Jesus holds His court.
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| 401t Tillotson | He lends His gracious ear;
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| 401b Euphrates | His grace shall to the end
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| 402b Kelso | My soul, repeat His praise,
His pow'r subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
So far the richness of His grace,
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| 403b Silver Street | Come, sound His name abroad,
The wat'ry worlds are all His own,
Come worship at His throne,
We are His works and not our own,
He form'd us by His word.
Today attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come like the people of His choice,
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| 404t Rosalie | Since He is mine and I am His,
And guide me in His own right way,
In His most holy name.
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| 404b Arion | His gracious hand indulgent leads,
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| 406 Luther | His grace shall to the end,
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| 408t Shirland | Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
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| 408b Dartmouth | And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Nor let His mercies lie
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| 411 The Trumpeters | His garments stain'd with His own blood,
King Jesus is His name.
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| 413t Warwick | To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
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| 413b Barby | He said – and gave His soul to death,
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| 415t Nazareth | And folds them in His arms!
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| 417t Heber | And bow before His throne.
Ye that have e'er beheld His face,
Can ye proclaim His praise?
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| 417b Zanesville | By His expiring breath.
And now His conqu'ring chariot wheels
Broken beneath His pow'rful cross,
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| 418t Chimes | Which God has called His own,
To worship at His throne.
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| 419t Rockingham (First) | The triumphs of His grace!
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| 419b Fountain | That fountain in his day;
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| 421t Seymour | This fountain in his day,
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| 425t Exchange | And let his guilty conscience dread
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| 425b Ryland | Of Jesus and His Word?
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| 428 Zerah | His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
His pow'r, increasing, still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
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| 432b Fish Pond | And trust His promised grace;
He rules me by His well known laws
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| 433 New Haven | Who knows his sins forgiv'n!
And with His glorious presence here,
And shout and wonder at His grace,
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| 436b It Is I | His grace comes to our aid;
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| 437 The Dying Penitent | That languished at His side.
His crimes with inward grief and shame,
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his pray'r addressed:
His pray'r the dying Jesus hears,
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| 443 Christmas | Today he makes His entrance here,
A manger for His cradle stands,
And see His humble throne:
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| 444 Broomsgrove | Invoke His sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with His deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
Sing to His praise in lofty hymns,
His wondrous works rehearse;
Rejoice in His almighty name,
Seek ye the Lord, His saving strength
His face forevermore.
The wonders that His hands have wrought,
The righteous statutes of His mouth,
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| 448t Suffield | In all his flow'r and prime.
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| 449 Cosmer | Are His divine employ;
But still His saints are near His throne,
His treasure and His joy.
Heav'n, earth, and sea confess His hand;
Lightning and storm, at His command,
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| 450t Burford | His sweat, like drops of blood, ran down;
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| 450b Consolation | Night unto night His name repeats,
My tongue shall speak His praise;
My sin might rouse His wrath to flame,
But yet His wrath delays.
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| 451b Devotion (Second) | His praises tuned my tongue;
His love was all my song.
And saw His glories shine;
And when I read His holy word,
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| 452t Head | He feeds and cheers them by His word,
His arm supports them well.
His presence cheers us in our cares,
His gracious words dispel our fears,
His promises of grace
And there I write His praise.
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| 452b Hebron | Thus far His pow'r prolonged my days,
Some fresh memorial of His grace.
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| 453t De Beza | Before His presence come with mirth,
His folk, His pasture, sheep also;
Into His gates with thanks come ye;
With praises to His courtyards go.
Give thanks to Him, bless ye His name,
His mercy ever is the same,
His truth throughout all ages stood.
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| 456t Blenden | An honor equal to His name?
How awful are His glorious ways;
The Lord is dreadful in His Praise!
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| 456b Endor | How swift and joyful was His flight,
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| 457b Evening Chant | Sustains and cheers his languid breast.
Mark but that radiance of his eye,
That smile upon his wasted cheek;
They tell us of his glory nigh,
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| 459t All-Saints | No slanders dwell upon his tongue,
He hates to do his neighbor wrong.
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| 459b Refuge | God is the refuge of His saints,
Behold Him present with His aid.
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| 461 Lynn | That death has lost his venomed sting!
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| 462b Upton | His favors claim thy highest praise;
'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
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| 464 Reformation | An honor equal to His name?
How awful are His glorious ways;
The Lord is dreadful in His Praise!
The world's foundations by His hand
While to HIs praise they roll around.
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| 468t Mendon | From whence His goodness largely flows,
Praise Him in heav'n, where He His face,
His kindness this return exacts,
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| 468b Laurell | But chiefly ye who know His word,
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| 469 Pilesgrove | Who can His mighty deeds express,
His tribute of immortal praise?
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| 470 Duke Street | While He pronounced His dreadful law,
Raised by His Father to the throne,
He sent His promis'd Spirit down,
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| 472t Sunset | While on His breast I lean my head,
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| 472b Cleaveland | His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
He brought us to His fold again.
We are His people, we His care;
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| 473 Bartholday | And spread around His heav'nly light;
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| 474 Rothwell | In His own courts, your songs of joy;
But chiefly ye, who know His word,
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| 475 Portugal | His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His heav'nly balm shall heal thy smart.
Go, view His bleeding side, and learn
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| 476t Effingham | The Lord proclaims His pow'r aloud
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at His command.
But makes His church His blest abode,
Where we His awful glories sing.
The counsel of His grace imparts;
Amid the raging storm, His word
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| 478b Sylvan Stream | And chide our silence in His praise.
God from His cloudy cistern, pours
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| 481 Holden | By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led.
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| 482 Gray | From whence His goodness largely flows;
Praise Him in heav'n, where He His face
His kindness this return exacts,
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| 483 Burroughs (New) | Nor let us from His precepts stray.
In His enjoyment to be blest;
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| 485 Quito | And take His weary pilgrims home?
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| 486b Lisle | To heav'n He led His follower's way;
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| 487 Chester | Did infant Time his being draw;
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| 489 Ridge | His truth for ever stands secure,
And none shall find His promise vain.
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| 492t Ramesis | He hides the brightness of His face:
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| 493b Day-Star | Look on His deserted grave;
Doubt no more His pow'r to save.
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| 494 Hingham | And bless His works, and bless His word:
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep His counsels, how divine!
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| 495 The Sailor's Home | With cheerful hope, his eyes explore
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| 497t Acton | Loved the world, and gave His Son.
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| 499t Hasten Sinner | Rouse him from his senseless state;
And lament his choice too late.
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| 500t Harts | Answ'ring His all-pow'rful pray'r,
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| 501 Owen | Turn not from His griefs away;
Oh the pangs His soul sustained!
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| 504 Missionary Hymn | The heathen, in his blindness,
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| 505 Waterford | By His expiring groan:
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| 507b Sicily | His is love beyond a brother's,
Could or would have shed His blood?
Friend of sinners was His name;
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| 511 Farewell | He's now interceding and pleading His merit,
His good promises stand in His sacred word;
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| 513 Lakeland | In His temple shall appear!
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| 517 Rapture (Second) | Thou heav'n of heav'ns, His vast abode,
Ye thunders, speak His pow'r:
His praise in softer notes declare,
His breath in praise employ;
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
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| 518 Ariel | I'd sing His glorious righteousness,
Exalted on His throne:
Make all His glories known.
And I shall see His face:
Triumphant in His grace.
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| 519 Dalston | His head with awful glories crowned;
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| 520 Harwich | And be His grace adored:
How mighty is His hand!
His pow'r and grace
And let His name
He sent His only Son
His pow'r and grace
And let His name
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| 521 Darwell | His pow'r declare,
By His supreme command:
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| 522 Newbury | His all-resplendent grace
In honor to His name
Pursue His praise,
There, on His holy hill,
And with His radiance fill
While round His throne
His influence own.
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| 523 Conquest | Has girt on His sword;
And witness His wonderful deeds.
His word he sends forth
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| 525 Goodly Land | I on His oath depend,
I shall behold His face,
I shall His pow'r adore.
And sing the wonders of His grace
At His command:
His kingdom still maintains,
And glorious with His saints in light,
He keeps His own secure;
He guards them by His side;
His spotless bride;
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| 527 Prince of Light | And gentle was His reign,
And triumphs o'er His foes,
His weapons drawn from armories above.
Submissive at His feet,
His reign of peace upon the earth began.
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| 529 Worship | Jesus alone defends His own,
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| 530 Urmund | And guides them safely by His word,
And in His kingdom have a share,
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| 532 Boerne | His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
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| 534 Angels Singing | Heav'n and earth His praises sing;
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| 535 Trial's Hour | Bow, all resigned beneath His rod,
And bless His sparing pow'r,
Perfect and true are all His ways,
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| 536 Symphony | The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends His summons forth,
No more shall atheists mock His long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day.
Behold the Judge descends; His guards are nigh;
To hear His justice and the sinner's doom:
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| 537 Crucifixion | Oh! He bowed His head and died,
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| 538 Isles of the South | The strength of His chosen in love shall appear,
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| 541 Resignation (Second) | Jehovah is His name;
When I forsake His ways.
And leads me for His mercy's sake
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| 543 Chase High Road | Hath fix'd His throne on high;
While all His wondrous works,
Through His vast kingdom show
Shall sing His graces too.
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| 548 Macedonia | And do His work below.
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