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Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Hymnal: CS1875 #11d (1875) Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye: 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints; Presenting at his Father's throne, Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 Now to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my feet. Languages: English
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Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing

Hymnal: CS1875 #11a (1875) Lyrics: 1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing, My great Redeemer's praise; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim— To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus—the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinners' ears, 'Tis life and health and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. Languages: English
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No fear of ill

Hymnal: CS1875 #11c (1875) First Line: Strains of music often greet me Lyrics: 1 Strains of music often greet me, As I join the busy throng; But there's nothing half so pleasant As the holy Sabbath song. Refrain: No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song. 2 'Tis a song of love and mercy, Speaking peace to all mankind; Telling sinners, poor and needy, Where the Saviour they may find. [Refrain] 3 Angels sweetly sing in glory Songs of praise to God, their King; But the song of blest redemption Man, redeemed, alone can sing. [Refrain] 4 While I live, oh, may I ever Love the holy Sabbath song; And when death shall call me homeward, Join it with the blood-bought throng. [Refrain] Languages: English
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Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: CS1875 #12 (1875) Lyrics: 1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name; For his mercies, firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land, As the people of his choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 2 In the wilderness astray, Hither, thither, while they roam, Hungry, fainting by the way, Far from refuge, shelter, home,— Then unto the Lord, they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. 3 To a pleasant land he brings, Where the vine and olive grow, Where from flowery hills the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow. Oh, that men would praise the Lord For his goodness to their race; For the wonders of his word, And the riches of his grace. Languages: English Tune Title: [Thank and praise Jehovah's name]
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Shout for Joy

Author: W. F. S. Hymnal: CS1875 #13 (1875) First Line: Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing Lyrics: 1 Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing; Young and old wake the glad refrain; Praise Jehovah! to him your tribute bringing, Till the skies echo back the strain. Praise the Father who loves his children ever— Chant his goodness in cheerful song; He, our God, will forsake his people never; Endless praises to him belong. Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing; Young and old wake the glad refrain; Praise Jehovah! to him your tribute bringing, Till the skies echo back the strain. 2 Praise the Son, who has brought us free salvation— Pardon, peace, through his precious blood; Bringing home, out of every tribe and nation, Wand'ring souls to the fold of God. Holy Spirit, our Comforter in sadness, Kindly Light, leading pilgrims on— Thee we praise in a grateful hymn of gladness, With the Father and Holy Son. Holy Spirit, our Comforter in sadness, Kindly Light, leading pilgrims on— Thee we praise in a grateful hymn of gladness, With the Father and Holy Son. Languages: English Tune Title: [Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing]
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O Day of Rest and Gladness

Author: Wordsworth Hymnal: CS1875 #14a (1875) Lyrics: 1 O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee, the high and lowly, Bending before the throne, Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great Three in One. 2 Today on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 3 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest. To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, great Three in One. Languages: English Tune Title: [O day of rest and gladness]
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Thine holy day's returning

Hymnal: CS1875 #14b (1875) Lyrics: 1 Thine holy day's returning, Our hearts exult to see; And with devotion burning, Ascend, O God, to thee! To-day with purest pleasure, Our thoughts from earth withdraw; We search for heavenly treasure, We learn thy holy law. 2 We join to sing thy praises, Lord of the Sabbath day; Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest, sweetest lay! Thy richest mercies sharing, Inspire us with thy love, By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise above. Languages: English
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We Come with Hearts of Gladness

Hymnal: CS1875 #15 (1875) Lyrics: 1 We come with hearts of gladness, Our Father and our King! With brows undimmed by sadness, Thy wondrous love to sing; To crave thy Spirit's blessing Upon this hallowed hour, With grateful trust confessing Thy wisdom and thy power. 2 Oh! fill our hearts, kind Father, With love from out thine own; While in thy courts we gather, As followers of thy Son! And on our plans and labor, The lambs of Christ to bless, O God! look down with favor, And crown them with success. 3 Oh! wilt thou speed the dawning Of that eternal day, When earth and heav'n combining, Shall own thy righteous sway: When every tongue shall bless thee, And every heart shall own That Kingdom, Power and Glory, Belong to thee alone! Languages: English Tune Title: [We come with hearts of gladness]
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Saviour, Blessed Saviour

Author: Rev. G. Thring Hymnal: CS1875 #16 (1875) Lyrics: 1 Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen whilst we sing, Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. All we have to offer; All we hope to be, Body, soul, and spirit. All we yield to thee. 2 Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee, Deep in adoration Bending low the knee: Thou for our redemption Cam'st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow, Hast gone up on high. 3 Great and ever greater Are thy mercies here, True, and everlasting Are the glories there, Where no pain, or sorrow, Toil, or care is known, Where the angel-legions Circle round thy throne. 4 Brighter still and brighter Glows the western sun, Shedding all its gladness O'er our work that's done; Time will soon be over, Toil and sorrow past, May we, blessed Saviour, Find a rest at last. 5 Onward, ever onward, Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God: Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on, Backward never looking Till the prize is won. 6 Bliss, all bliss excelling, When the ransomed soul Earthly toils forgetting Finds its promised goal; Where in joys unheard of Saints with angels sing, Never weary raising Praises to their King. Languages: English Tune Title: [Saviour, blessed Saviour]
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I love to steal awhile away

Hymnal: CS1875 #17b (1875) Lyrics: 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear; And all his promises to plead When none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect does my strength renew While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour And lead to endless day. Languages: English

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