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All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall
And have I measured half my days
And is the gospel peace and love
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, put on thy strength
Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays
Awake my soul, stretch every nerve
Behold the mountain of the Lord
Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning
Children of the heavenly king as we journey
Come every pious heart
Come, heavenly peace of mind
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing
Come thou fount of every blessing
Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed
Come, ye that [who] know and fear the Lord
Come, ye weary, heavy laden
Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise
Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray
Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made
Eternal God, enthroned on high
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss
Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee
Far from thy fold, O [my] God, my feet
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Friend of the friendless and the faint
From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
From Greenland's icy mountains
Give to the winds thy [your] fears
Glory to God on high, Let heaven and earth reply
Go messenger of love and bear
Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Hail, my ever blessed Jesus
Hail, sovereign love, that first began
Hail to the Lord's anointed!
Happy the heart where graces reign
Hark! the song of Jubilee
Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise
High in yonder realms of light
Holy Ghost, dispel [disperse] our sadness
How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God]
How blest the righteous when he dies
How blest the sacred tie that binds
How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord
How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies
How sad our state [fate] by nature is
How vain are all things here below
I hear a voice that comes from far

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