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Ye trembling captives, hear
Ye that in his courts are found
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
Ye glittering toys of earth adieu
Ye dying sons of men
Yes! we trust the day is breaking
Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord
Young children once to Jesus came
Young children were to Jesus brought
Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm
Ye christian heroes, go proclaim
Ye Christian heralds! go proclaim
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm
Young children once to Jesus came
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Youth, when devoted to the Lord
Yes, my native land, I love thee
Yes, for me, for me He careth
Ye servants of the Lord
Yes, for Me, for Me He Careth
Yes, for me, for me he careth
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Ye servants of the Lord
Ye people, join in singing
Ye servants of the Lord
Ye servant of the Lord
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Ye servant of the Lord
Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints
Yes, my native land, I love thee
Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!
Young though I am, I have a soul
Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
Yes, my native land, I love thee
Ye youthful band, approach your God
Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Ye ransomed sinners, hear
"Yet there is room:" the Lamb's bright hall of song
Yes, my native land, I love thee
Your souls and bodies too
Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim
Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits
Ye angels round the throne

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