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Thy will be done
The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied
Thine holy day's returning
The fading leaf--an emblem fit
The seraphs bright are hovering
Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound
The morning flowers display their sweets
To thee, my God and Saviour
The Savior calls, let every ear attend
Teacher Divine, we bow the knee
The pity of the Lord
Thou great Instructor, lest I stray
To God, the only wise
The praises of my tongue
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
The Saviour calls--let every ear
There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray
Thou art my portion, O my God
The man is ever blest [blessed] who shuns the sinner's ways
The morn of life how fair and gay!
The leaves around me falling
The Spirit in our hearts
Thou sore-oppress'd
The Lord is my Shepherd, how happy am I!
Then go with me to the Sabbath-school
The joyful morn, my God, is come
Time is winging us away
The leaves around me falling
There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
The clock has struck, I cannot stay
The flock he loves to trace
Thus far we're spared again to meet
The peace which God alone reveals
Thou, sore oppressed, the sabbath-rest
The freshly blooming flowers
The world their fancied pearl may crave
The Sabbath-school's a place of prayer
Thou source of every good
The Gospel Ark
The pity of the Lord
Teach me, my God and King
To thee, O Lord, we thus draw nigh
There is an hour of hallowed peace
The offerings to thy throne which rise
'Tis religion that can give
Thus far we're spared again to meet
Thou great Instructor, lest I stray
Thou Source of every good
There is a land above
The Sabbath-day has reached its close

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