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As a Mother Cares
As a Mother Comforteth
As a mother for her children
As a Mother Holds Her Baby
As a mother sings low
As a pillar on the shore
As a Rose among thorns
As a shadow life is fleeting
As a Shepherd
As a shepherd gently leads
As a thirsty hart pants
As a tree torn from the fountain
As a Vine
As a Volunteer
As Aaron with his girdle
As Above The Darkest Storm Cloud
As Abraham and Sarah
As After the Water-Brooks
AS ÁGUAS DA SALVAÇÃO
Às Águas do Jordão
As all in Adam die
As all men once in Adam fell
As all the fond tho'ts that now pass in review
As all the land is danger-fraught
As all the thoughts of our hearts
As all to Christ the Father gave
As an army with banners we are marching on
As ancient bigots disagree
As ancient sunlight reaches now
As Angels Joyed with One Accord
As Are Thy Needs Thy Strength Shall Be
As at morning, so at evening
As at morn's golden ray
As at Pentecost You Came
As babe on mother breast
As beams of mercy round me shone
As birds return on joyous wing
As Birds to the Mountains
As birds unto the genial homeland fly
As blessed Andrew on a day
As blows the wind, and in its flight
As Boas Novas Anunciai
As bodies when the soul is fled
As body when the life has fled
As body when the soul has fled
As bound with fetters once I lay
As bowed by sudden storms, the rose
As branches from the vine
As Bread Is Broken
As bread recruits our wasting frames

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