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Thou art my portion, O Lord
The New Coronation
The lillies of the field, That quickly fade away
The Lord descended from above
Teach me, O Lord, the way of thy statutes
The Future
The golden bowl is broken
Take my heart, O Father, take it!
The heavens declare the glory of God
Teach me, my God and King
Thou great Instructor, lest I stray
Through God our Father's care
The man is ever blest Who shuns the sinner's ways
There is a world above
The flock he loves to trace
Time is winging us away
The Bible, the Bible! more precious than gold
Thou, O Lord, wilt never leave me
The pity of the Lord
There is a path that leads to God
The Voice Within
The freshly blooming flowers
The Spring Flowers
The Rose Is Queen
'Tis God the spirit leads
Thanks for the grace that guides our feet
There is an eye that never sleeps
Touch Not the Cup
The Son of God was once a child
There is a world above, All beautiful and bright
The Lord Is Risen
The man is ever blest, Who shuns the sinner's ways
The Spirit, like a peaceful dove
Think gently of the erring one!
Thy home is with the humble, Lord!
Thank to thee, before we part
The sweetest name
Thou Sweet-Gliding Kedron
The God of harvest praise
The Morning Bright
Time is winging us away
The Son of God goes forth to War
Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
There is a calm for those who weep
There is a Green Hill far Away
Take thy staff, O pilgrim, haste thee on thy way
The Sands of Time are Wasting
The people of the Lord
The Great Physician
That music sweet and lowly

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