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Lo the day of rest declineth
Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone
My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts
My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years
My faith shall triumph o'er the grave and trample on the tombs
My Father, God, how sweet the sound
My God, I thank thee, may no thought
My God, in whom are all the springs of boundless love
My God, my [mine] everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth
My head is low, my heart is sad
My heart is fixed, eternal [immortal] God
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart
My heart shall bless my heavenly King
My home is o'er the swelling flood
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness
My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine
My life's a shade
My prayer hath power with God
My son, know thou the Lord
My soul, amid this stormy world
My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee
My soul, through my Redeemer's care Saved from
My soul, till God His spirit pours
My soul, triumphant in the Lord Proclaim [Shall tell] thy [its] joys
My soul, with all thy wakened powers
My weary soul a rest hath found
No, I'll repine at death no more
Not to condemn the sons of men did Christ the son
Not to the mount that burned with fire [flame] to darkness tempest and the sound
O Lord, who didst from heaven come down
O praise the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise
O quickly come, dread [just] Judge [dear Lord] of all
O Savior, is thy promise fled? No longer might thy grace endure
O Savior, welcome to my heart, Possess thy humble throne
O sweetly through the gloomy years
O that my load of sin were [was] gone
O Thou in whom we live and move
O thou, my soul, forget no more
O thou who didst with mourners walk
O why wilt thou so long delay
O, come unto me, the Savior saith
O worn with griefs and pains and fears
There are angels hovering round
Oft we, alas, forget the love
Waiting for me, waiting for me
Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes
Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask
Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed
Our fathers' God, to thee we raise
Our life is bid with Christ in God

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