| 3 Christmas Morning | They wrapped Him in the swaddling bands,
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| 9 Cords of Love | They will join the celebrating,
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| 26t Golden Hill | They meet in bands of love.
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| 32t Rayfield | And o'er the heav'ns they shine.
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| 33 Angel Choir | May they all meet around the throne,
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| 40t Mamie | they bring joy to my heart;
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| 40b Weeping Sinners | They are happy now, and we,
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| 41b Ardor | Up to the courts with speed they fly,
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| 43 The Heavenly Throng | Hark! how they sing, they sing and shout,
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| 45b Lofty Sky | They show the wonders of His hand,
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| 75 Sprague | Once they were mourning here below,
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
They, with united breath,
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| 79 Kingwood | And whisper as they fly.
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| 80 The Blind Girl | Mother, they say the stars are bright,
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| 81t Maitland | But now they taste unmingled love,
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| 85 Mercy Seat | Though sundered far by faith they meet,
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| 94 Plenary | More to be feared than they.
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| 96 Mighty Love | And they at death will not bewail,
For they have lived in love.
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| 98 Christian Soldier | Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
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| 100 Tennessee | Afflictions, though they seem severe,
They stopped the prodigal's career,
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| 104 Everlasting Song | Jesus, my love they sing!
Of time and space they run,
And now they sink the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
But when to Calvary they turn,
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| 110 Volunteers | They sound for volunteers!
With crown and bow they stand,
They want no cowards in their band,
They will their colors fly,
How martial they appear,
They look like men of war.
They follow their great General,
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| 111t Fleeting Days | Our days how swift they are,
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| 117 Angel Band | The holy ones behold they come,
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| 122 The Dying Boy | Hark! how they sing, “We welcome thee,
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| 126 Ocean | Again they climb the wat'ry hills,
They pant with flutt'ring breath:
Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
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| 139 The Wanderer's Grave | And while they sighed their hollow moans,
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| 144b Walk with God | But they have left an aching void
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| 148 Leander | Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.
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| 152t Cross of Christ | Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
Through peril, toil, and pain they climbed
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| 153 Columbus | To me they were most dear;
Although they're drowned in vice,
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| 172 The Grand Highway | If they for Zion's lasting pleasures yearn,
Joy will be found when they to His will obey;
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| 174b Burning Lamp | The living know that they must die,
They have no share in all that's done
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| 190 Salutation | Their Jesus they are viewing,
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| 205 The Watchman's Call | They weep to think how you will stand
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| 213 Be Committed | They are gifts from God above,
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| 220 Over the Sea | They daily are bowing the knee;
For that is the way they've been taught, you know,
“Come over and help us.” they say;
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| 229 Tranquility | Once they knew, like us below,
Tales of woe they could not speak;
They shall feel distress no more,
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| 233 Believer and His Soul | These are they that grieve me.
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| 236t Pacolet | They may obtain this jewel
When they, by adding fuel,
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| 242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | They would entreat you His love to secure;
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| 250b Disciple | They have left my Saviour, too;
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| 254b Talmar | They shall never, never die.
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| 255 Watchman (Second) | And to heav'n they with Him fly.
O how sweetly now they sing,
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| 258 Thorny Desert | Make them tremble as they go;
They are always hov'ring round you,
There they sing immortal praises
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| 260t Bavaria | They have left my Saviour too;
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| 271 The Mouldering Vine (First) | Lofty cedars, how they nod!
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| 272 Felicity | See, they whisper; hark, they call me,
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| 278 God Holds the Future | They will not in the judgement stand;
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| 289 Happy Land | Oh how they sweetly sing,
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| 298 My Shepherd Guides | Thy rod, Thy staff, they comfort me,
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| 301 John Street | They all exulting stand,
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| 302 Olivers | They kindle to a flame!
They ever cry:
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| 303 The Unclouded Day | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
O they tell me of a home far away;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
O they tell me of that land far away;
O they tell me of my friends by the tree of life,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold;
O they tell me of the King on His snow-white throne,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me that He smiles on His children there,
And they tell me that no tears ever come again,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
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| 307 True Happiness | Oh, how happy are they,
May they all be devoted to Him.
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| 309 Singing School | And while they sing so sweetly,
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| 318 The Martial Trumpet | When from toils of war they cease,
They who long in sin have lain,
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| 324 Fair Fields of Eden | Loudly swell the heav'nly chorus,
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| 329 Redeeming Grace | They sing high strains of Jesus' love,
Shout as they reach the promised land.
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| 330 Fulfillment | For mercy, mercy, loud they cry,
They rise, all shouting hallelujah,
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| 332 Babylonian Captivity | While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
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| 334 Jordan's Stormy Wave | Though many times they went astray,
They often had their troubles and fear,
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| 338b Davis | My foes would rejoice when my sorrows they see,
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| 341 The Lone Pilgrim | In far distant regions they dwell.
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| 344 Morality | Then richer than kings and far happier than they,
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| 356 Morning Song | In pleasure they shout, and in harmony join,
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| 366 Millennium (First) | They hope to obstruct the light from shining, I think.
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| 374 Heavenly Vision | stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands,
And they cease not day and night, saying,
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| 391 Glad Tidings | They dwell with delight on the sound of His name,
They worship the Lamb who for sinners was slain;
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| 398t St. Thomas | Who guard His churches when they pray,
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| 411 The Trumpeters | They sound for volunteers!
With crown and bow they stand,
They want no cowards in their band,
(They will their colors fly,)
How martial they appear!
They look like men of war:
They follow their great General,
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| 435 Shenley | For they shall prosp'rous be,
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| 438 The Mouldering Vine (Second) | Lofty cedars, how they nod!
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| 442 Lanesboro | And they must drink, or die.
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| 445 Revelation | They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
They're present with the Lord;
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| 448t Suffield | They make our expectations vain,
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| 452t Head | Oh, happy they who know the Lord,
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| 454 Heavenly Light (or Eden) | Then shall they meet in realms above,
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| 455b Rockbridge | The living know that they must die,
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| 457t Ware | O, what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
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| 457b Evening Chant | They tell us of his glory nigh,
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| 458 Rolland | Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
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| 459t All-Saints | Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
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| 462t Lotha | From Christ, the Lord, they shall obtain
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| 464 Reformation | While to HIs praise they roll around.
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| 466 The Mercy-Seat | Though sundered far by faith they meet,
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| 469 Pilesgrove | Happy are they, and only they,
But always practise what they know.
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| 484 Olivet | How swift the heav'nly course they run,
Then shall they meet in realms above,
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| 486t Retreat | Though sundered far, by faith they meet
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| 487 Chester | Silent and slow they glide away;
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| 488 Dell of the Woods | Though sundered far, by faith they meet,
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| 494 Hingham | His works of grace, how bright they shine!
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| 495 The Sailor's Home | And loud they shout, Our God and King!
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| 497t Acton | When they join to sing of Him.
Where they see and sing of Him.
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| 504 Missionary Hymn | They call us to deliver
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| 523 Conquest | How happy are they
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| 527 Prince of Light | In silent awe they wait,
Nor know to Whom their homage thus they yield.
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| 531 Little Worth | They disappear.
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| 533 Prospect of Heaven | And empty dreams; they scarcely know
Where they may rest the aching head,
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| 534 Angels Singing | Which they chant in hymns of joy:
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| 540 Funeral Anthem | For they rest from their labors,
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