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And are we now brought near to God
And must this body die
God of the seas, thy [thine awful] thundering
Hear what the voice from heaven declares
The spacious firmament on high
Lord, for the just thou dost provide
The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care
Thou God, all glory, honor, power
To God, our never failing strength
To him your voice in anthems raise
When danger [dangers], woe [woes], or death are [is] nigh
When we are raised from deep distress
While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice
While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night
Christ from the dead is raised and made
A fruitful land, where streams abound
All ye who faithful servants are
Come Holy Ghost, Creator, come, inspire these souls
Now let our mournful song [songs] record
Now may the God of [grace and power] power and grace
O praise the Lord, our heavenly king
O thou who to our humble prayer
Salvation doth to God belong
Since Christ our Passover is slain
The God of life, whose constant care
The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim
The rising God forsakes the tomb
The soul that's filled with virtue's light
The wonders God for us hath wrought
Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly
They that in ships, with courage bold
To God in whom we trust, we lift our heart
When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
When rising from the bed of death
All glorious God, what hymns of praise
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers
Creator Spirit, by whose aid [light]
Erect your heads, eternal gates
From whence these dire portents around [direful omens round]
Go forth, ye heralds, in my [his] name
Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord
God has gone up, our Lord and king
God is our refuge in distress, A present help
Hark, my gay friends, that solemn toll
He's come, let every knee be bent
In vain the dusky night retires
Lord, let me think on my short term
My God, and is thy table spread
My God, since thou hast raised me up

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