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You can trust him, sinner
You can trust the one who died for you
You Can Walk Tall
You Cannot Cheat God
You Cannot Cough Me Down
You Cannot Cover Up the Soul
You Cannot Hide from God
You cannot hide from God
You cannot hide from Jesus
You cannot hide it from God
You Cannot Smile in Vain
You cannot stop the sunshine
You cannot tell about tomorrow
You Can't
You Can't Beat God Giving
You Can't Beat God Giving
You can't come in, sir
You Can't Do Wrong and Get By
You can't fool God
You can't forget
You can't get to heaven that way
You Can't Get to Heaven That Way
You Can't Go Wrong in Serving My Lord
You can't have religion without it shining through
You Can't Hide
You Can't Keep Me From Loving My Lord
You can't loaf your way to the portals above
You Can't Make Me Doubt Him
You can't modernize the old time way
You can't roll back the years of time
You can't stop rain from falling down
You can't streamline salvation
You can't take it with you
You Can't Take My Savior
You can't take my Savior away
You can't take the middle of the road
You captives restored, and saints of the Lord
You Chosen Ones
You Christian Brothers, Together
You come with your hands filled (Le tue mani son piene di fiori)
You could if you would
You, Creator God, Have Searched Me
You Cunning Liar, Why Publicize
You dear little children, O come one and all
You, Dear Lord (Tú, Señor, que brillas)
You don't have to tell me to smile
You Don't Know What Happiness Is
You drowsy souls, why sleep you here?
You Faithful Servants of the Lord
You Feed Us, Gentle Savior

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