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When trouble [troubles] fill [fills] my soul with grief
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
We love the Lord, he heard our cries
We love the volumes of thy Word
We waited meekly for the Lord
We want a principle within
We want the spirit of power within
We will extol thee, Lord, on high
We'll bless the Lord from day to day
We'll praise our Maker with our breath
We're not ashamed to own our Lord
Welcome, sweet day of rest
What glory gilds the sacred page
What is the chaff, the word of man
What pleasure, Lord, thy house attends
What shall we render to our God
When God revealed his gracious name
When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
When overwhelmed with grief
When we can read [see] our title clear
When we survey the wondrous cross
When we with pleasing wonder stand
Where shall the man be found
Where shall we go to seek and find
Who shall ascend the [thy] holy [heavenly] hill
Who shall inhabit in [on] thy hill
Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends
Why should the children of a King
With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the [thy] grace
With my whole heart I've sought thy face
With our whole hearts we'll raise our song
With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear
With songs and honors sounding loud
Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope
Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn]
Waked by the gospel's powerful [joyful] sound
We all, O Lord, have gone astray
We bless thee for this sacred day
We cannot shun the stroke of death
We come with joyful song To hail this happy morn
We lift our souls to God
We love the sacred Book of God
We love thy holy temple, Lord
We praise the Lord for heavenly bread
We sing of God, the mighty source
We'll bless Jehovah's glorious name
We're glad we ever saw the day
We're in a world of hopes and fears
We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried]

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