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How beauteous are their [his] feet
How shall I follow him I serve?
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
Holy Spirit! hear us
How happy is the child who hears
How beauteous are their [his] feet
How lovely and how fair
How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
How glorious is our Heavenly King
Holy Father, hear my cry
Holy Father, hear my cry
How can I sink with such a prop
How sweet upon this sacred day
How calm and beautiful the morn
How calm and beautiful the morn
How happy is the child who hears
How happy every child of grace
How sweet and awful is the place
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the Lamb of God
How calm and beautiful the morn
How calm and beautiful the morn
How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey
How long sometimes a day appears!
How blest the righteous when he dies
How charming the thought that the spirits in bliss
How sweet the hour of closing day
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
How vain is all beneath the skies [sky]
How gentle God's commands
How serious is the charge
How beauteous are their feet
How blest the sacred tie that binds
Holy Spirit, Love divine,
How sweet and awful is the place
How condescending, and how kind
How should our souls delight to bless
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
Holy Spirit, heavenly dove
Holy, holy, holy
How swiftly the torrent rolls
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart
How sad our state by nature is
How helpless guilty nature lies
How dreadful, Lord, will be the day
How happy ev'ry child of grace

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