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Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near
Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert
Behold how sinners disagree
Behold the Savior of mankind
Behold with awful pomp
Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor
Children of God who faint and slow
Children of the heavenly king as we journey
Come, all ye dear souls that [who] are of Adam's loins [line]
Come, all ye mourning pilgrims now, The joyful news I'll tell
Come, all ye poor sinners that [who] from Adam came
Come all ye saints and sinners near [now], Come listen a
Come all ye [you] weary travellers
Come and taste along with me, consolation and running free
Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise
Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord
Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand
Come, let us ascend [attend], my companion and friend
Come, Lord, and help me [us] to rejoice
Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing
Come thou fount of every blessing
Come, ye Christians, sing the praises
Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded
Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
Death loud alarms we feel
Death, with his dread commission sealed
Dressed uniform Christ's soldiers are when duty
Encouraged by thy word
Enlisted into the cause of sin
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
From the third heaven where God resides
Give ear to me, ye sons of men
Go, my heralds, blow [sound] the trumpet
God of my salvation, hear
God's power and wisdom is displayed
Hallelujah through the nation
Hark, ye mortals, hear the trumpet
He dies, the friend of sinners dies
How can I sleep when angels sing
How charming is the place
How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord
How long, dear Savior, O how long
How pleased and blest was I
How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
How vain are all things here below
I AM that I AM, saith Christ the dear Lamb
I set myself against the Lord
Ill tidings never can surprise his heart
In heavenly choirs a question rose
Jerusalem, my happy home

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