1 Weary Rest | Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
“Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
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4 Copeland | To Him we ever more should look;
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17 Call to Arms | Arise and look around you;
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72b Joyful News | Dear Saviour look upon a child
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110 Volunteers | They look like men of war.
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118 Campbell | On earthly good look down;
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135 Raymond | And you, mine eyes look down and view
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149 A Good Time Coming | Then I look across with longing eye;
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161b Awake, Jerusalem | Look up thy broken heart prepare,
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199 Vernon | Look on Thy hands and read it there.
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233 Believer and His Soul | Look to Jesus, kind as strong,
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242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | Angels with sympathy, look down from heaven
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246 The Good Physician | Then bid me look unto Him,
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249 Green Fields | The fields strive in vain to look gay,
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255 Watchman (Second) | Pilgrims, rise, and look around thee;
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265 Mourner's Lamentation | From day to day I look for peace,
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266 Chrystler's Field | Arise and look around you;
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270 Lena | Look, ye sinners, ye that hung Him,
Look how deep your sins have stung Him!
Dying sinners, look and live.
Look on Phoebus, struck with wonder,
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287 Indian Convert | Den me look heb'n and send up cry,
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310b Weary Sinner | Look thy doubts and cares away.
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312 Penitence | Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
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335 When I am Gone | Look up on high and believe that I'm there,
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355 Homeward Bound | Look, yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
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357 The Trumpet | O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
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411 The Trumpeters | They look like men of war:
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412t Howard | To Thee devoutly I'll look up,
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418b Union Vale | Look how we grovel here below,
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423t Coventry | With one reviving look of Thine
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440b Robinson | With one reviving look of Thine,
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492b Supplication | Behold them not with angry look,
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493b Day-Star | Look on His deserted grave;
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505 Waterford | Look on Him ye pierced, and mourn
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506 Dying Love | To Thy cross we look and live.
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512 Missionary Song | Look, my soul! be still and gaze;
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514 Crown | Look, ye saints, the sight is glor'ous;
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532 Boerne | The fields strive in vain to look gay,
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