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It is not earthly pleasure
In all my [our] vast concerns with thee
Indulgent Sovereign of the skies
In sleep's serene oblivion laid
In Judah God is known and feared
In Judah God is known and feared
Indulgent Lord, thy goodness reigns
If, through unruffled seas
Inspirer and hearer of prayer
It is easy to glide with its ripples
It is just across the river
If you will turn away from sin
If you can not on the ocean
In a modest humble mind
In every care that dims the mind
In every trouble, sharp and strong
Indulgent Father, by whose care
If, through unruffled seas
It is good to be here
Infinite loveliness is thine
In the sun, the moon, the sky
Inspirer and hearer of prayer
In humble accents, Lord, we sing
It is not earthly pleasure
In that happy land
If Jesus Christ was sent To save us from our sin
In God's own house for me to play
Is this the kind return
In sleep's serene oblivion laid
In the soft season of thy youth
In the far better regions of glory and light
In the vineyard of our father
In This Wide, Weary World of Care
If on our daily course our mind
In the vineyard of our Father
In this calm impressive hour
In thy great name, O Lord, we come
In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round
If you can not on the ocean
It is the Lord--enthroned in light
In the graveyard softly sleeping
In the way a thousand snares
If on a quiet sea
If on our daily course our mind
In this blood, the blood of Jesus
In thy name, O Lord, assembling We, thy people, now draw near
[In the ways of true temperance see children delighting]
If Jesus be my friend
It is Well with My Soul
It came upon the midnight clear

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