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My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #429 (2017) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Submission and Resignation Scripture: 1 Chronicles 29:14 Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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Let me be with Thee where Thou art

Hymnal: Church Hymnal #434 (1877) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN
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Look from Thy sphere of endless day

Author: Wm. Cullen Bryant Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #436b (1897) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Isaiah 43:9 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN
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Let me be with Thee where thou art

Hymnal: Church Hymns #458 (1903) Topics: General Hymns Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN
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How sweet the hour of closing day

Author: William H. Bathurst Hymnal: The Evangelical Hymnal #481 (1921) Topics: Funeral Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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Look from thy sphere of endless day

Author: William C. Bryant Hymnal: The Sanctuary Hymnal, published by Order of the General Conference of the United Brethren in Christ #487 (1914) Topics: Church Ordinances Home Missions Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal #489 (1999) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear Thy dictates, and obey. 2 What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? 'Tis my delight Thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3 ’Tis to my Saviour I would live, To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 4 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, His saving power. AMEN. Topics: Consecration Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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God Gives His Mercies to Be Spent

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1885 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. God gives His mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. 2. The world’s esteem is but a bribe, To buy their peace you sell your own; The slave of a vainglorious tribe, Who hate you while they make you known. 3. The joy that vain amusements give, O! sad conclusion that it brings! The honey of a crowded hive, Defended by a thousand stings. 4. ’Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treacherous smiles: She leads them, blindfold, by her rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. 5. God knows the thousands who go down From pleasure into endless woe; And with a long despairing groan Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6. Oh fearful thought! be timely wise; Delight but in a Savior’s charms, And God shall take you to the skies, Embraced in everlasting arms. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4228 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear Thy dictates, and obey. 2. What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? ’Tis my delight Thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3. I would not sigh for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4. ’Tis to my Savior I would live, To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at His side. 5. His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, His saving power. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL
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O Lord, How Many Are My Foes

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5087 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defense and hope is God. 2. Tired with the burdens of the day, To Thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard’st when I began to pray, And Thine almighty help was nigh. 3. Supported by Thine heav’nly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4. But God sustained me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And make His praise my morning song. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLBORN HILL

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