2 O Wondrous Love | We believe it was for us
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16 The Finest Flower | Confine it here below.
The seeds which from it blow
On earth among the saints it grows,
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19 The Day of Days | A sacred hour, 'twill stop all mirth;
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20 Prison Chains | I'll tell it all my earthly days;
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22t Laban | Renew it boldly ev'ry day;
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22b Sinner Come | 'Tis Jesus bids him come.
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26b Ninety-Third | Grace, 'tis a charming sound,
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
'Twas grace that kept me to this day,
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
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28b Watchman (First) | Deserves it no regard?
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29 The Midnight Cry | Do not scorn it blindly,
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31b Time | Watch: 'tis your Lord's command,
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35b Boylston | It withers in an hour.
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36t Lovely Vine | It's built upon a hill;
The dazzling light it shines so bright,
It doth the valleys fill.
'Tis joy to see the sight.
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44b Dunlap's Creek | 'Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon,
If Thou withdraw 'tis night.
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45t Ila | Nor doth it yet appear,
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47 Panting for Heaven | Soon I shall leave it all behind.
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48 Mount Helicon | Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
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49 Forever with the Lord | Amen, so let it be,
'Tis immortality.
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50 Cranbrook | Grace! 'tis a charming sound!
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53 No Parting There | It gives us inward pain;
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55t Carolina | And fit it for the sky!
Oh may it all my pow'rs engage,
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57 Salvation's Rock | Nor hell can pull it down.
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58b Primrose | 'Tis pleasure to our ears;
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59b Dove of Peace | 'Twas on Ambition's craggy hill,
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60 What Did He Do? | Believe it thou,
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61t North Carolina | 'Tis He supports my mortal frame,
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61b Gaines | 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
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62t Sweet Hope (First) | And wear it as my due.
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67t Peterboro | 'Tis He supports my mortal frame,
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78b New Britain | 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
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82t Lady Touch Thy Harp Again | How can it forgotten be
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82b Gospel Waves | Fear not, 'tis I (Jesus speaks!) O wavering child. (Trust in Me.)
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85 Mercy Seat | 'Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
It is the blood bought mercy seat.
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86t Ortonville | It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
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88 Pisgah | And let it faint and die;
That only bliss for which it pants,
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92 Promised Day | 'Twill fit you for declining age,
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94 Plenary | But Thou canst read it there.
It gently cleared my way;
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96 Mighty Love | It gives our souls a taste of bliss
'Twas born in heav'n's immortal bow'rs
It gives us strength in lonely hours
'Tis far beyond the stars and sun,
As God is love, let it combine
O'er all our race may it prevail,
As it prevails above;
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97 The Guiding Star | It's glories shine above the skies,
It dwells enthroned in light.
It is the friend of all the good
It cheers us through the vale of tears;
It's rays are seen on India's coast,
It shines above all human ways,
It is our guiding star.
It sheds a peaceful radiance o'er
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98 Christian Soldier | And seize it with their eye.
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99 Pleasant Hill | 'Twill fit us for declining age,
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100 Tennessee | 'Tis thus the Lord Himself reveals
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101 An Address for All | A dying fall will spoil it all, for Absalom is dead:
Therefore prepare to meet thy God, before it is too late,
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104 Everlasting Song | 'Tis time I lift mine eyes
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105t Tender Care | But Thou canst read it there.
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105b Hamburg | Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast,
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109 Not Made with Hands | And 'twill be decked with jewels rare,
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110 Volunteers | It sets my heart all in a flame;
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122 The Dying Boy | 'Twould break this body's spell:
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133 Juniata | 'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
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135 Raymond | And think how near it stands,
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143 Farther Along | Why it should be thus all the day long;
Farther along we'll know all about it,
We'll understand it all by and by.
It leaves our home so lonely drear;
We'll understand it all by and by.
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144t Tribulation | Death, 'tis a melancholy day,
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146t Solemn Warning | Before it be too late,
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148 Leander | By faith they bring it nigh.
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151 Sweet Prospect | Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
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156 Repentance | 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
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157 Hallelujah | And let it faint and die;
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161t Wells | The Lord is God; 'tis He alone
And make it your divine employ
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162 Redeemed Singers | How sweet it will be then to meet with each other,
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164b The Pilgrim's Song | And what I am, 'tis hard to know:
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166 What Can I Do? | O mould it as Thou wilt;
Take it, dear Lord, and let me be
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168b Sunrise | 'Twill not be very long,
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172 The Grand Highway | It shall be called the way of holiness,
Wayfaring souls in it are ever blest,
It is so plain that none should be led astray,
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175 O How I Love Jesus | It sounds like music to my ear,
It tells me of my Saviour's love,
It tells me of His precious blood,
It tells me what my Father hath
It tells me one whose loving heart
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184 Where We'll Never Grow Old | 'Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
'Tis a land where we never grow old.
'Tis a land where we never shall die.
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185 Corinth | Jesus and shall it ever be,
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188 He Loves Me | Was it for crimes that I have done,
'Tis all that I can do.
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192 The Penitent | 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
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193 Kay | 'Tis through the merits of His Son;
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194 O Happy Day | 'Tis done, the great transaction's done,
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199 Vernon | Look on Thy hands and read it there.
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200 Parting Hand | How would it cheer my drooping mind!
And since it is God's holy will,
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202 Immensity | It is all holy and serene,
It is not fanned by summer gale;
'Tis not refreshed by vernal show'rs;
It never needs the moonbeam pale,
Flows round it from th'eternal throne.
Or find it in the curtained sky:
It is the dwelling place of God.
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203 Cumberland | It will not cease with dying breath,
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204t What a Day | 'Tis grand to serve a God that's real,
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204b Evening Bells | And so 'twill be when I am gone,
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209 The Lord's Supper | Twas on that dark and doleful night,
“'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.”
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218b Harmony | Tis religion that can give
'Tis religion must supply
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224b Hark My Soul | Hark my soul it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
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230b Amboy | Let it echo o'er the sea!
Let it sound from shore to shore,
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233 Believer and His Soul | Cried out, “It is finished”
Lest it sink thee lower;
Be it but His pleasure;
Though it be not done throughout,
May it not in measure?
Still repeat it often.
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234 The Singing Christian | It is the Lord who rises
To cheer it after rain.
And find it ever new:
Bring with it what it may.
It can bring with it nothing,
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236t Pacolet | It is our highest pleasure,
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236b Complainer | It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,
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237 Remember Thy Creator | Before with God who gave it,
He cries, who died to save it,
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239t Soft Music | Loud, loud now it is pealing,
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243 Zion's Light | And mourners crowd around it,
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246 The Good Physician | On ev'ry part it seizes,
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
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250t Realms of the Blest | But what must it be to be there.
But what must it be to be there.
But what must it be to be there.
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250b Disciple | 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
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253 Is It Far? | Is it far to that beautiful home
Is it far to that beautiful river?
Tell me, is it far?
Is it far where we'll sing and shout forever,
Tell me, brother, is it far?
Is it far to that beautiful home
'Tis a thought that cheers me on my way,
Is it far to that beautiful home?
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257 Jubilee | Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it,
Great salvation, don't reject it,
Oh, receive it, now's your time;
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259t Crumly | Here it is I find my heaven,
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259b Olney | Praise the mount oh, fix me on it,
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.
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261t Come Thou Fount | Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it,
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262 Collins | Be wise, do not refuse it,
You will be sure to lose it.
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264 Harwell | All above, and gives it worth;
Lord, we own it love divine.
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265 Mourner's Lamentation | But now you see it is too late,
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267 Louisiana | It is by little steps we move
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268 Come Ye to the Waters | 'Tis streaming from the Saviour's side,
It flows in gospel fullness.
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269b Invocation | Send it down, Lord from above;
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271 The Mouldering Vine (First) | Soon 'twill set in dismal night;
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273 Sing His Praise | It is a sweet employ to walk
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275 Missionary's Farewell | Happy home! 'tis sure I love thee!
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278 God Holds the Future | What profit is it to the soul?
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283 Willowby | Oh let it never more steal in,
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286 Ganges | It poured its curses on my head.
Alas, I read, and saw it plain,
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291 Warrenton | Praise the mount, O fix me on it,
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292 Grief of Love | It is the grief of love.
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295 Redeemer's Praise | 'Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life and health and peace.
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296 He's Holding My Hand | By love divine 'tis planned;
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299 Green Meadows | The ocean it doth roar,
The moon as it appears,
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307 True Happiness | 'Twas a heaven below,
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309 Singing School | You'll find it in a large church
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324 Fair Fields of Eden | Loudly swell the heav'nly chorus,
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325t Will You Go? | 'Tis fit to stand the mighty gale;
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328 Mercy's Free | Is it grace?
Is it grace?
It makes me strive all sin to shun,
It plants my soul beneath the sun,
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334 Jordan's Stormy Wave | And He will make it all come right.
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336b Probation | And save me e'er it be too late –
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343 Tell the Story | Because I know 'tis true;
It satisfies my longings
'Twill be my theme in glory
More wonderful it seems,
It did so much for me;
I tell it now to thee.
'Tis pleasant to repeat,
Which seems, each time I tell it
For those who know it least
To hear it like the rest.
'Twill be the good old story
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344 Morality | That peace! I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas giv'n,
That peace! I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas giv'n,
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348 We've a Mansion in Heaven | How sweet 'tis to think, when this life fades away,
When it's only a moment of suff'ring we know.
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353 Bower of Prayer | And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart,
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355 Homeward Bound | Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,
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357 The Trumpet | Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
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358 O Come, Come Away | 'Tis there we meet to sing and pray,
'Tis there I may learn the ways of heav'nly wisdom,
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360 The Saints Bound for Heaven | Our bondage it shall end, by and by,
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364 Redemption (Second) | His love it flows bount'ous to all human creatures,
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366 Millennium (First) | 'Twill then be discovered who for Jesus will be,
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368t Brush Creek | Jesus! and shall it ever be,
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
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368b Sweetest Pleasure | Tis religion that can give
'Tis religion must supply
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369 Easter Anthem | Hear, O ye nations, hear it, O ye dead!
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380 Christian Song | Oh tell me, my soul, is it death,
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382 How Sweet the Sound | 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
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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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387 Stay, Sinner | Stay, sinner, stay; 'tis Jesus pleads:
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388 Anchor | It is the substance of his hope,
It is the anchor of his soul
It points the course where'er he roam,
It is the bright, triumphal arch,
It bears us Through this earthly strife,
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389 Crown of Victory | It was no path of flow'rs,
When clouds and darkness all around it spread.
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393b China | 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
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405t Honeywel | And fill it with Thy love.
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405b Caution | Renew it boldly ev'ry day,
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407 Sweet Hope (Second) | 'Tis with the righteous well;
'Tis well when joys arise,
'Tis well when sorrows flow,
'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
'Tis well when Jesus calls,
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408t Shirland | It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from the tombs,
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408b Dartmouth | 'Tis He forgives thy sins;
'Tis He relieves thy pain;
'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,
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409t Little Marlborough | To put it on afresh.
Till He shall bid it rise.
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410b Kambia | Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,
Alas! 'twas brittle clay,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.
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411 The Trumpeters | It sets my heart all in a flame;
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412b Colchester | Oh 'twas a joyful sound to hear
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415t Nazareth | For 'twas to bless such souls as these
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416b Edwards | When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
'Tis, like the sun, a heav'nly light,
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419t Rockingham (First) | 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
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420 Cambridge | If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
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425t Exchange | And never with it part.
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426 Tappan | 'Tis found alone in heav'n.
And all is drear – 'tis heav'n.
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429 Charming Name | 'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
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431 Dungeness | 'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
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434 Nobler Choice | I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
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435 Shenley | Oh 'twas a joyful sound to hear
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436b It Is I | “'Tis I, be not afraid!”
“'Tis I, be not afraid!”
“'Tis I, be not afraid!”
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448b Coleshill | The breath that first it gave;
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450t Burford | If not, content to drink it up,
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450b Consolation | 'Tis He supports my mortal frame;
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462b Upton | 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
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466 The Mercy-Seat | 'Tis found before the mercy-seat!
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
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467t Elparan | Which none but he that fells it knows!
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467b Uxbridge | So when Thy truth began it's race,
It touched and glanced on ev'ry land.
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475 Portugal | 'Tis God who says, “No longer mourn;”
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
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481 Holden | Let mercy crown us till it close.
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485 Quito | Yes, 'tis a rough and thorny road
'Twill make amends for all our pain.
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486t Retreat | 'Tis found before the mercy seat.
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
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487 Chester | The boundless gulf from whence it rose.
With it the thoughtless sons of men
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488 Dell of the Woods | 'Tis found before the mercy seat.
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
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496b Resurrection | 'Tis the Saviour; seraphs, raise
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499t Hasten Sinner | Harder is it to be won.
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507t Union | It fastens our souls with such ties,
It cannot in Eden be found,
It grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus dear blood it did cost.
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517 Rapture (Second) | And breathe it to the soul.
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523 Conquest | From east to the west it is heard:
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529 Worship | Our Saviour Thou, we find it now,
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531 Little Worth | Alas! before it bids us wake,
Oh, let the soul it's slumbers break,
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533 Prospect of Heaven | 'Tis found above – in heaven.
'Tis soft as breath of even;
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535 Trial's Hour | Still blessed when it takes;
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537 Crucifixion | When it was finished, when it was finished,
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545 Mount Vernon | When it floats among the trees.
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