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There is a fountain, filled with blood
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
All needful grace will God bestow
All ye bright armies of the skies
All hail the great Immanuel's name!
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Behold how the Lord
Again the day returns of holy rest
The Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven, adore him
God that madest earth and heaven
O all ye nations, praise the Lord
Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth
Blest who with generous pity glows
Burst, ye em'rald gates, and bring
Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
Come, all ye saints of God!
Come away to the skies, My beloved arise
Come, let our hearts, and voices join
Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish
Create, O God, my powers anew
Gently glides the stream of life
Gird thy sword on, mighty Saviour
Glorious things of thee are spoken
Hark! the notes of angels singing
Haste, O Lord, the glorious time
Head of the church triumphant
Heavenly Father, sovereign Lord
High o'er the heaven of heavens I saw and trembled
Hosanna to our conquering King!
How gentle God's commands
How pleasing is the voice
I love to steal awhile away
I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
If life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy heart
In vain I search creation o'er
Joy to the world--the Lord is come!
Let every mortal ear attend
Lord, and is thine anger gone?
Lord, what a feeble piece
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Mark the virtuous man and see
O all ye lands, in God rejoice
O cease, my wandering soul
Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly
Oh how cheating, Oh how fleeting
O Lord, another day is flown
O praise ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice
When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
Oh, where is now that glowing love

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