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The vineyard of the Lord
Though lost to our sight we may not deplore thee
Thou God of hope, to thee we bow
The Upas tree
'Tis good to weep and mourn for those
The billows swell, the winds are high
The year begins with promises
The spring the joyous spring is come
The leaves around me falling
The hoary frost, the fleecy snow descend
This is the fast the Lord doth choose
The God of harvest praise
The last full wain has come
Time by moments steals away
Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis
Through every age, eternal God
Thou God of truth and love
Through thee we now together came
Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord]
The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west
Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze
The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us
The hours of evening close
There is a time when moments flow
To thee, my God, to thee I bring
Though faint and sick, and worn away
The triumphs of the martyred saints
There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave
The past is dark with sin and shame
Theories, which thousands cherish
The Lord is on his holy throne
The Day Is Past and Over
Thy Way, Not Mine
Thirsting for a living spring
Through endless years thou art the same
Thou Lord, by strictest search hast known
The Lord descended from above
Thou art, O God, the life and light
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine
'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
Thou whose wide extended sway
Thus shalt thou love the almighty Lord
The bird, let loose in eastern skies
There is an hour of peaceful rest
Through all the changing scenes of life
Think gently of the erring one
Through the night of doubt and sorrow
There's a wideness in God's mercy

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