| 13 Traveler's Hope | Who sing and shout their suff'rings o'er,
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| 17 Call to Arms | To God for their salvation;
Thy spirit send their hearts to bend,
Let sweetest songs employ their tongues,
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| 19 The Day of Days | The foolish the will learn their fate,
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| 26t Golden Hill | Their songs of rapture raise.
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| 27t Morning Worship | The breezes waft their cries
He listens to their heaving sighs,
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| 29 The Midnight Cry | Thousands groping in their sins,
Neglecting their salvation.
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| 30t Zion's Joy | How beauteous are their feet,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
How charming is their voice,
How sweet their tidings are;
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| 33 Angel Choir | And join their heav'nly choir;
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| 36t Lovely Vine | O may their throats be swell'd with notes,
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| 36b Albion | May speak their joys abroad.
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| 40b Weeping Sinners | Soon their happiness shall see.
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| 45b Lofty Sky | Still keep their course the same,
Their gen'ral voice is known;
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| 48 Mount Helicon | How beauteous are their feet
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
How charming is their voice,
How sweet their tidings are;
The watchmen join their voice,
Their Saviour and their God.
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| 51 Lonsdale | May speak their joys abroad.
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| 57 Salvation's Rock | Their foll'wers blindly grope.
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| 62b Joy to the World | Let men their songs employ;
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| 75 Sprague | The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
And bathed their couch with tears;
I ask them whence their vict'ry came;
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.
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| 77 How Beautiful Heaven Must Be | Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,
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| 80 The Blind Girl | Yet their sweet images arise
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| 91 There is a Fountain | Lose all their guilty stains.
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| 98 Christian Soldier | And seize it with their eye.
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| 104 Everlasting Song | Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs:
Silent their harps abide,
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| 110 Volunteers | Their horses white, their garments bright,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
They want no cowards in their band,
They will their colors fly,
They follow their great General,
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| 114 That Glorious Day | The north and south their sons resign,
Their great Redeemer's strong;
He is their shield and hiding place,
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| 115 The Millennium | The north and south their sons resign,
Their great Redeemer's strong;
He is their shield and hiding place,
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| 116 Floyd | Their fragrance from the wounded part,
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| 122 The Dying Boy | Their flowing robes in brightness shine,
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| 125b Day Dawn | Lose all their guilty stains.
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| 126 Ocean | Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears their loud request,
Sailors rejoice to lose their fear
Now to their eyes the port appears:
There let their vows be paid.
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| 136 Sherburne | While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
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| 137 Antioch | Let men their songs employ:
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| 139 The Wanderer's Grave | And while they sighed their hollow moans,
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| 144b Walk with God | How sweet their mem'ry still!
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| 151 Sweet Prospect | How sweet their mem'ry still!
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| 152t Cross of Christ | Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
To follow in their train,
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| 152b Messiah | And upward lift their eyes;
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| 153 Columbus | I then could stoop to wash their feet,
And longed their souls to win;
I travailed for their poor children,
And warned them of their sin:
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| 174b Burning Lamp | Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,
Their hatred and their love are lost;
Their envy buried in the dust,
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| 176 Heavenly Treasures | The sea and earth will yield their dead,
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| 182 A Happy Meeting | Holy bands of angels on their harps will sweetly play,
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| 190 Salutation | Their Jesus they are viewing,
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| 203 Cumberland | That other souls may learn their woe,
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| 204b Evening Bells | How many tales their music tells
Their tuneful peal will still ring on;
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| 208b French Broad | Their summits tower t'ward the skies;
When all must hear their final doom.
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| 214 Hosanna | And shouting, on their wings he flies,
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| 216b Social Band | And palms of vict'ry grace their hands.
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| 229 Tranquility | Hark! their songs melod'ous rise,
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| 236t Pacolet | In what their hearts desire,
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| 240 Morning Light | With peace upon their wings.
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| 249 Green Fields | Have lost all their sweetness to me.
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| 255 Watchman (Second) | With the praise of God their King.
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| 258 Thorny Desert | Through which pilgrims make their way;
Often bring their courage low.
Glory, glory is their strain.
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| 266 Chrystler's Field | To God for their salvation,
Thy spirit send, their hearts to bend;
Let sweetest songs employ their tongues,
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| 272 Felicity | Jesus, Jesus is their theme.
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| 274 Mother Tell Me of the Angels | Tell me of their blest employment
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| 280 Zion | Here their boasts and triumphs end.
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| 284 Don't Grieve Your Mother | In from the nightfall, into their home.
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| 299 Green Meadows | All to praise, in their lays,
The comets in their blaze
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| 301 John Street | through all their land:
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| 303 The Unclouded Day | And His smile drives their sorrows all away;
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| 307 True Happiness | Who their Saviour obey,
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| 311 Elysian | From their princely station;
Cast their crowns before His throne,
Join we too their holy lays,
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| 315 David's Victory | Hark! their clamors rend the sky;
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| 319 Weary Pilgrim | I all their efforts do despise:
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| 324 Fair Fields of Eden | Loudly swell the heav'nly chorus,
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| 333 Night is Coming | While their bright beams are glowing,
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| 334 Jordan's Stormy Wave | They often had their troubles and fear,
Protected them when in their despair,
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| 336b Probation | Give me to feel their solemn weight,
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| 339 Samanthra | From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
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| 340 Concord | Present their bright hills to my view.
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| 344 Morality | While beauty and youth are in their full prime,
But let not their flatt'ry our prudence beguile;
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| 353 Bower of Prayer | And wove, with their branches, a roof o'er my head,
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| 354 Summer | Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet,
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| 356 Morning Song | The birds are now singing and this is their song,
The willows bend low, with their leaves to the ground,
And flowers are off'ring their incense around.
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| 357 The Trumpet | When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv'n,
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| 358 O Come, Come Away | Their joyous peals salute my ear,
I love their voice to hear; O come, come away!
My comrades invite to join their happy number,
“Forbid them not their hearts to give,
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| 366 Millennium (First) | The watchmen will then lift up their voices as one,
Beholding their losses, and beginning to sink,
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| 374 Heavenly Vision | stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands,
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| 391 Glad Tidings | But their loft'est songs never equal His love;
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| 393b China | Their bodies to the tomb?
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| 398b Gerar | Through all their actions run.
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
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| 399t Lockport | May speak their joys abroad.
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| 403b Silver Street | He gave the seas their bounds,
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| 407 Sweet Hope (Second) | Their sweetness who can tell?
Their spirits to the skies,
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| 408t Shirland | And gives the blind their sight.
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| 411 The Trumpeters | Their horses white, their garments bright,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
They want no cowards in their band,
(They will their colors fly,)
They follow their great General,
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| 412t Howard | With shouts their joy proclaim;
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| 415t Nazareth | “Nor scorn their humble name;
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| 416b Edwards | How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
And raise their thoughts to God.
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| 417t Heber | In Him unite their rays;
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| 417b Zanesville | He shook their hindrance, when He fell,
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| 419b Fountain | Lose all their guilty stains.
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| 421t Seymour | Lose all their guilty stains.
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| 423b Benediction | And all their gloom depart.
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| 425b Ryland | How sweet their mem'ry still!
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| 436b It Is I | When to their help He came Who cried,
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| 444 Broomsgrove | And let their hearts o'erflow with joy
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| 445 Revelation | Sweet is the Saviour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are!
The labors of their mortal life
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| 451t Shepherd (First) | In all their radiant blaze;
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| 452b Hebron | Their watchful stations round my bed.
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| 454 Heavenly Light (or Eden) | Their streaming eyes together flow,
Their ardent pray'rs together rise,
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| 455b Rockbridge | Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,
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| 457t Ware | While to their golden harps they sing,
The glorious triumphs of their King!
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| 460t Bohemia | As mountains their foundations keep;
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| 462t Lotha | Relieves the poor in their distress,
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| 463 Anvern | Their vict'ry and their sorrows boast.
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| 464 Reformation | The swelling billows know their bound,
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| 465b Welton | With all their pow'rs, shall raise the song:
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| 473 Bartholday | To share their holy, happy state.
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| 477 Park Street | See how the angels wing their way,
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| 478b Sylvan Stream | Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
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| 479 Triumph | Shouting, their heav'nly Sion gain,
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| 487 Chester | Swift on to their eternal home,
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| 489 Ridge | And earth and seas, with all their train:
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| 492b Supplication | But blot their mem'ry from Thy book.
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| 504 Missionary Hymn | Roll down their golden sand;
Their land from error's chain.
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| 519 Dalston | And all their pow'rs engage;
Shall beat their madness down:
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| 521 Darwell | And all their frame
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| 527 Prince of Light | And call'd their bloody legions from the field.
Nor know to Whom their homage thus they yield.
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| 532 Boerne | Have all lost their sweetness to me.
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| 536 Symphony | Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
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| 540 Funeral Anthem | For they rest from their labors,
and their works which do follow them.
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| 543 Chase High Road | Their Maker's glory, thou my soul,
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