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A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify
A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed
A soldier of the cross am I
Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near
Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression
All hail the great Immanuel's name
All those who seek a throne of grace
Am I a soldier of the cross
Arise and shine, O Zion fair
Arise, my soul, arise, shake off
Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height
As near to Calvary I pass
Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell
Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays
Away my doubts, begone my fears
Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young
Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor
Brethren, while we sojourn here
By whom was David taught
Come, all ye mourning pilgrims now, The joyful news I'll tell
Come, all ye sons of Zion
Come all ye weary travelers
Come and taste along with me, consolation running free
Come brethren, and rejoice with me
Come, brothers, will you go along with me
Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
Come, my brethren, let us try
Turn to the Lord and seek salvation
Come thou fount of every blessing
Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed
Come, ye converts, come and welcome
Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith
Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert
Dear Christian friends, in bonds of love
Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise
Encompassed with clouds of distress
Encouraged by thy word
Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone
Farewell, dear friend [friends], a short farewell
Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone
Farewell, my brethren, all farewell
Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord
Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand
Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode
Fly away to the promised land
Friends, for whom a Savior died
From all that's mortal, all that's vain
From every stormy wind [sense] that blows

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