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Will you go, will you go, will you go to that beautiful land
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify
A song for our banner, the watchword recall
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
Looking home, looking home
Alas what hourly dangers rise
At evening to my soul I say
Be still, my heart, these anxious cares
Come at the morning hour
Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice
Come sing to me of heaven
Come, ye that [who] know and fear the Lord
Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
Every day hath toil and trouble, Every heart
Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Father, when thy child is dying
Friend after friend departs
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us
Give to the winds thy [your] fears
Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day]
Go, when the morning shineth
God bless our native land, Firm may she
God is love, his mercy brightens
God moves in a mysterious way
Great Ruler of all nature's frame
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Hail, Columbia, happy land
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord
Hast thou wasted all the powers
Holy Father, thou hast taught me [us]
How sweet to rise and view the prize
I cannot always trace the way
I want a heart to pray
I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
If ever life should seem
Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move
Let me go, the day is breaking
Lord, how happy should we be
Lord, while for all mankind we pray
May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood
Midst sorrow and care
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mourn for the thousands slain
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary
Thy will be done
My soul be on thy [your] guard
New every morning is the love

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