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One sweetly solemn thought

Author: Phoebe Cary Hymnal: The Book of Worship #510 (1907) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Topics: Private Devotion
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Thou, Whose never-failing arm

Author: Henry Francis Lyte Hymnal: The Book of Worship #511 (1907) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Private Devotion
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The hour of my departure's come

Author: Michael Bruce Hymnal: The Book of Worship #512 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Private Devotion
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"Father! Thy will, not Mine, be done!"

Author: William B. Rawson Hymnal: The Book of Worship #513 (1907) Topics: Private Devotion
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O Lord, my God, I cry to Thee!

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Nikolaus Selnecker Hymnal: The Book of Worship #514 (1907) Topics: Private Devotion
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Church Book #533 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Private Devotion Lyrics: 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet Source of light divine, And, all harmonious names in one, My Saviour,--Thou art mine! 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above When time shall be no more! Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 66
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #534 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Private Devotion Lyrics: 1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee; From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee. 3 Then if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love Does she commune with God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Languages: English
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I love to steal awhile away

Author: Phoebe H. Brown Hymnal: Church Book #534 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Private Devotion Lyrics: 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all His promises to plead Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. Languages: English Tune Title: WOLVERHAMPTON
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Oh, mean may seem this house of clay

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #535 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Private Devotion Lyrics: 1 Oh, mean may seem this house of clay-- Yet 'twas the Lord's abode; Our feet may mourn this thorny way, Yet here Emmanuel trod. 2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear, This watch the Lord did keep, These burdens sore the Lord did bear, These tears the Lord did weep. 3 This world the Master overcame, This death the Lord did die; O vanquish'd world! O glorious shame! O hallow'd agony! 4 O vale of tears, no longer sad, Wherein the Lord did dwell! O holy robe of flesh, that clad Our own Immanuel! 5 Our very frailty brings us near Unto the Lord of heaven; To every grief, to every tear, Such glory strange is given. Languages: English
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Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: Church Book #535 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Private Devotion Lyrics: 1 Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see; And cast each idol from its throne, That dares to rival Thee. 2 Is not Thy Name melodious still To my attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear? 3 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast Thou a foe, before whose face I fear Thy cause to plead? 4 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord; But O, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, That I may love Thee more. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FULBERT

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